After Nigel had left, Dallas got on the phone to Mark.
“Hayden.”
“How’s it going?” Dallas asked.
“Good,” Mark said. “We’re back at her place, and we’re settling her in a bit.”
“She’s OK?”
“Yeah, better now. She was a bit shaky at first.”
Dallas remembered her legs collapsing under her in the bedroom, her trembling body on his as she cried out her fear and shock.
“Yeah, I’m not surprised.”
“She’s just making us all coffee, and Sully and I are going to explain to her how things need to work.”
“Good.”
“And the PA? How’d it go?”
“The man had nothing whatsoever to do with this. His body language and facial micro-expressions showed nothing but shock and worry. No way he could have faked that, not with the way I came at him. I was pretty sure Nigel wasn’t involved, but I needed to che
