Chapter 105
895 Words
Hunter Sullivan glanced over at Olivia as he drove her away from Dallas’ house. He didn’t like how frightened she looked; she was going to be just fine with him, and he wished she’d trust that.
“You OK, sweetheart?” he asked softly.
Liv started and looked over at him. She tried to smile and he smiled back.
“Yeah, I will be. Thanks, Sully.”
“Sure.” He turned his attention back to the road. “We’ll be at the office in a few minutes, OK? Just try to relax.”
She nodded and stared back out the window.
Dallas said it’ll all be over soon, and so it will be. He’ll get the guy in my house, and he’ll come get me and take me to his place.
Then I’ll let him make me forget this whole nightmare. Many, many times.
****
Dallas disconnected the call. “No answer.”
“Who are you calling, man?” Griff asked.
“Sully.”
They all blinked.
“Sully?” Selena said. “Why?”
He was already hurrying towards the SUV. “Because Olivia’s in terrible danger.”
They followed him, scattering to their various vehicles. Dallas got in the driver’s seat, turned the key, hit the gas. He put in his earpiece and tried to call Sully again.
Still nothing. f**k.
He drove like hell to the offices, cursing himself for having missed it so completely, for so long.
If anything happens to her? It’s your fault, man. Nobody’s but yours.
****
Sully pulled up to the Solid Security offices and Olivia climbed out of the SUV, feeling slow and tired. Sully looked around before taking her arm and leading her into the reception area. She heaved a sigh of relief as the door closed behind her. She felt completely safe now, knowing that she was surrounded by Dallas’ people.
“Olivia?”
She jumped, and she and Sully both turned to the speaker.
“I was just leaving you a note asking you to call me,” Greg Wallace said. “I’m so sorry to bother you, but could I please speak to you alone?”
****
“Greg Wallace?” Mark asked, totally disbelieving. “How the f**k can it be Wallace?”
Dallas took a corner so fast, the SUV almost went up on two wheels. Mark held on, thanking God that Dallas had the skills of a NASCAR driver, otherwise he’d be in mortal terror for his life right now. The man was driving like hell, and was trying to place a call at the same time.
“Think about it, man.” Dallas shot through an amber light. “The biggest piece of the puzzle is the floor plans.”
“You got them from Greg,” Mark said slowly. “He gave them to you with all the other documentation.”
“Right.” Dallas slammed on the brakes, swerved around some ice, hit the gas again. “And he knew all her security codes. He’d be able to get total access to her, no problem. Every time she changed her cell number, he’d know the new one. Wherever she was, he’d know. When she wasn’t home, he’d know. He probably cloned her cell, set up spyware on her laptop. He probably listened to every f*****g conversation she had, read every text and e-mail.” He swerved around a slower vehicle. “He’d know all about what a good suspect Abe Castell is, too. Access to Nigel, the timing works, a security guard. The perfect patsy… and we almost f*****g fell for it.”
“So Castell is in Olivia’s house?”
Dallas nodded. “Probably drugged and kidnapped three days ago, when he just mysteriously disappeared. Wallace was hoping SWAT would go in and blow him away through the walls. Who’d ask questions after we found the man in Olivia’s hidden room, surrounded by bombs, with a f*****g stalker shrine in his house?”
Mark cursed. “Why the f**k isn’t Sully answering?”
“I don’t know.” Dallas gunned it again. “But I don’t like it.”
****
“What’s up, Wallace?” Sully asked gruffly. He’d never liked the man, and had never bothered to conceal that fact even a little bit.
“Well, I was just double-checking a few things at the office this morning, and I noticed that we overcharged you on your last invoice, Olivia.” Greg smiled at her. “I’m really sorry. I was passing by on my way to a meeting, and just thought I’d drop off the corrected one for you here, and a note asking you to call so I could explain the situation more clearly. We’ll issue a refund for the difference, of course, since you already paid.”
Olivia was staring up at him, her brow furrowed. “I’m sure the invoice was OK, Greg…”
He shook his blond head. “No, you overpaid.”
“By how much?” she said.
He paused. “Look… I have all the information here on my laptop. Maybe we can borrow one of the conference rooms for ten minutes?” He glanced over at Sully. “We can go over it there?”
Sully shrugged. “Sure. Go ahead.”
“Thanks,” Greg said. “I really appreciate it.”
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