Jacobs’s small brown eyes grew into dark slits as he focused them on Morgan. “Careful, Detective. I pay your salary.” The threat he was issuing was more than just implied.
But Morgan was not about to back down and he refused to be intimidated by a man he considered to be a weasel.
“So do all those people you did your very best to deceive,” Morgan pointed out, curbing his anger. But it was coming very dangerously close to the surface—and erupting.
Jacobs looked as if his head was about to explode. “I believe we’re done here,” the CEO informed the duo standing in his office, his voice growing hoarse with fury. “Ivy, see these people out of my office!” he cried, his voice cracking.
“I liked seeing his face turn colors,” Krys confessed. “I’ve never seen anyone turn red and then white all within a few minutes. What do you call that color anyway?” she asked Morgan as they left the spacious office. “I believe that’s what they mean by a lighter shade of pale, isn’t it?”
Morgan laughed as they headed toward the elevator. “Something like that.”
“So that’s that?” Krys asked, disappointment clearly in her voice. “Are you letting him off the hook?”
“I’m not ‘letting’ him off anything, not until Valri finishes checking out his financials,” he answered her, pushing for the Down button. “If there have been any unexplained large checks paid out in the last month, Jacobs is going to have a hell of a lot of explaining to do,” he promised Krys.
Krys mentally crossed her fingers, hoping that Valri was successful.
“If Valri can actually find something, that would be terrific. It would really be worth a lot to me to be able to watch that man be put in the position to sweat bullets,” she told Morgan. “But what if it turns out that there is no paper trail?” she asked. “What if there are no checks written for large amounts—or a whole bunch of little checks, all written out to the same person? What then?”
“Then it looks as if Jacobs wasn’t the one who has been trying to kill you, which is all I care about,” Morgan concluded.
“Then what?” she asked.
“Well, then it’ll be back to the drawing board—again,” Morgan emphasized. “But it’s nothing that either one of us hasn’t been through before,” Morgan reminded her.
If they weren’t out in public, he would have given in to the urge to put his arm around her and comfort Krys. But they were out in public, and he knew that she wouldn’t appreciate any public displays of affection.
She slanted a glance in his direction as they came out of the elevator. “Granted, but all those other times, nobody was out to kill me the way they obviously are now,” she said, searching her mind for answers.
That started Morgan thinking. He stopped just before they left the building. “Could it all possibly be a mistake?”
She wasn’t following him. “What do you mean?”
“Could it all be an awful coincidence?” he asked. “A terrible, terrible coincidence where on one day you were the victim of a senseless drive-by shooting and then the next day, you just turned out to be the wrong person in the wrong place and someone almost sideswiped you with their car?”
She stared at him. “Do you honestly believe that?” Krys asked.
“No, not really,” Morgan admitted. “But I did want to run it past you and give you some food for thought,” he told her.
“That ‘food’ isn’t even palatable and ever since I was knee-high to a grasshopper, I was taught to believe that there were no such things as coincidences,” she told him.
He nodded. “Well, when it comes to that, I do tend to believe you’re right.”
She smiled. “Thank heaven for small miracles,” she told him. “Now, let’s go talk to Valri and see if she can find something for us to sink our teeth into. Otherwise, we still have a killer out there who wants to have my head on a platter and at this point, we don’t even have the slightest idea who it is or why they feel this way,” she said with just the slightest touch of despondent hopelessness.
He nodded, leading the way to the elevator. “Next stop, the basement,” he announced.
And hopefully, some answers, Krys thought.
Chapter 22
That night Krys curled up against Morgan in her bed, loving the way his warmth felt as it radiated along her bare skin. She hated the fact that practical thoughts insisted on interfering with the happy glow she felt. But try as she might, she couldn’t seem to be able to shut down her mind.
If anything, it was going ninety miles an hour.
“You know, we’re running out of time,” she said to the man who seemed to be able to make her heart sing so easily.
She felt his chuckle in his chest, rippling along her body.
“Oh, I don’t know. I could go again,” Morgan told her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Just give me a few moments to catch my breath.”
Balling up her fist, Krys punched his shoulder. “I’m not talking about that, wise guy,” she laughed.
“All right, what are you talking about?” he asked. He became fully engaged with anointing her shoulder, spreading a wreath of kisses along the length from one side to the other.
It was hard for her to think when he was doing something like that, but she gave it her best.
“Nik and Finn are...coming back from their...honeymoon soon and...we still haven’t—haven’t found...out who wants to eliminate...me and...perhaps...by accident...her.” Because she was quickly losing her train of thought, Krys had to put her hand up against his mouth and stop Morgan from continuing to play havoc with her thought process.
Morgan raised his head and looked at her. “Well, there haven’t been any more attempts on your life for almost two weeks, right?”
“Right,” she was forced to agree.
“Maybe whoever it
