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“She’s resting,” Blake shared. “Or supposed to be, anyway. Gwen’s staying with her while I’m here.”
Draven snorted. “Did she actually agree to rest, or did she give you that sweet little smile of hers, knowing she’s going to do whatever she wants regardless?”
Blake opened his mouth, then closed it.
Well, hell.
Claire laughed, but then her expression grew serious. “There’s something I think you should know. It didn’t really click with me until just now. And it may be nothing, but I just thought . . .”
Appearing only slightly nervous, she tucked a strand of her shoulder-length chestnut hair behind her ear and stepped closer to the table. A thoughtful expression crossed over her face that made Blake think she knew something important.
“Okay, Claire.” Blake sent the woman a friendly smile. “Let’s hear it.”
“A man came into the office early yesterday morning. He was asking if we were hiring any additional security for the office.”
Draven frowned. “Did you tell him no?”
“Of course. But after, he asked more questions.”
Blake’s spine straightened against his chair. “What questions?”
The woman’s intelligent green eyes turned to him. “He wanted to know if you were available, and also how many teams worked from our location.”
He and Draven shared a look before Blake asked his next question.
“And what did you say to him then?”
“I told him you were with a client, and if he wanted to discuss specifics regarding the team, he’d need to make an appointment with Mr. Shaw.”
“What time was he here?” Draven chimed back in.
“Ten sixteen.”
Less than an hour before the SUV appeared near the building.
“Description?” Blake waited for Claire.
“Average height. Baseball cap. Late thirties, early forties. He carried a dark messenger bag and said his name was Michael Harris.”
Draven made a face. “Might as well have said John Smith.”
“He also kept looking around the office, as if he were studying it for some reason.” Claire blew out a breath. “At the time, I thought he was merely sizing the place up. Like he was trying to decide whether the office was a fitting place for employment. But after Mr. Shaw told me what happened to you and Devon . . .”
Her words fell away.
Blake had to ask, “You think maybe he was scoping the place out?”
“I don’t know.” Claire shook her head. “In hindsight? Maybe.”
He looked at Draven. “I’ll pull the footage from the reception area. Surely, we got enough for facial rec.”
Blake stood to go to his own office when the phone in his pocket vibrated. He pulled it out, smiling when he saw Devon’s name on the small screen.
“Hey, beautiful,” he answered as he stepped into the hallway.
“Before you ask, yes, I’m resting.”
His smile widened. “That wasn’t going to be my first question.”
