have been a serious security threat. You get me? Nobody’s past is lily-white, so yeah, we’re going to dig up some dirt on you. I get that. But here’s what happens: anything that is not relevant to this case is destroyed, or I can hand the originals over to you, and you can destroy them. Your choice.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I’ll show you what we find – no judgment on my part, OK? – and if it’s irrelevant, it’s all yours.”
“You promise me?”
“One hundred percent.”
Nigel nodded. “OK. What do you need from me?”
Dallas handed him a piece of paper. “Everything there. Can I get it all by tomorrow morning?”
Nigel glanced down the list: it included full access to all his social media, his bank accounts, his phone records, his e-mails. They wanted to clone his cell phones; they wanted to come to his house and check for bugs; they wanted a full account of where he’d been for the past six months. He blinked.
“Nigel?”
Nigel looked up. “Yes. Tomorrow morning. No problem.”
**
After Nigel had left, Dallas got on the phone to Mark.
“Hayden.”
“How’s it going?”
“Good. 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 check.”
Mark sighed. “So we’re still empty-handed.”
“Well,” Dallas said slowly. “I don’t know about that. I think we need to do some more digging in to Abraham Castell.”
“Nigel’s boyfriend?”
“Yeah. They met around the time the stalking began, he’s a security guard, he cancelled plans with Nigel the night of the party. I’ll have Marnie find out where he was that night, see if he was at work.” He paused. “And before the party, he showed up at Olivia’s house with flowers for Emma, quite unexpectedly, and Nigel didn’t actually see him leave.”
Mark narrowed his eyes, picturing the entrance area of Liv’s house. “So he could easily have pretended to leave by opening and closing the door, but actually walked down the stairs in to the basement. Hidden out there until after the party, scared Liv, walked out the front door again while she was in the bathroom and before you arrived.”
“Exactly.”
“He’d have pretty easy access to Liv’s life, too,” Mark said. “Just pick up Nigel’s phone or laptop when he’s not around, maybe… they aren’t hard to get in to if you know what you’re doing, even if they're password-protected.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I know.”
“Did Blue Star do any investigation on this guy?”
“None.”
Mark sighed. “Yeah. Figures.”
“Anyway,” Dallas said. “It’s a lead.”
“And it’s more than we had an hour ago,” Mark said.
“Sure. But we’ve been on this job for less than one day, really. Gimme some time, man. You know I always get the bad guy.”
Mark grinned. “Yeah, you do. Dallas Foreman, the one-man police force.”
“Yeah, yeah. OK, I’ll be there around six o’clock tonight.”
“Sure thing, boss.”
**
Olivia set down the coffee in front of Sully, her hands still shaking a bit. It was so, so unnerving to realize that the man who’d sent her horrible, frightening texts had been standing literally three feet away from where she stood now. She felt sick at the thought, and fought to push it firmly out of her mind.
Liv sat down across from Sully now and he gazed at her. Beautiful woman, Olivia
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