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Authors: Lisa Ladew
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found the door getting closer and realized she was walking towards it. One part of her mind told her that was a bad idea, the worst idea she could possibly have, while another urged her on. She reached the door, then inched her way around the chair in front of it, and slowly stretched her head to the peephole, her ears straining to hear even the smallest sound.
Mica pressed her face to the door and looked out the tiny peephole. The hall outside seemed empty. Mica took a step back, not sure what to do. She stepped forward again and pressed her eye to the peephole again, this time looking down.
A small, wooden box, like a cigar box, sat on her welcome mat. Mica stared at it for a long time.
After at least ten minutes had passed, Mica let go of the gun with one hand, her eye still pressed to the peephole. She pulled her phone out of her bra.
She needed help.
Chapter 11
Knox
Knox only had time to type one search term into his computer before the phone in the outer office rang. He should have ignored it. He had an answering service on the weekends who would route any current clients to the proper investigator. The answering service would turn away anyone who wasn't a current client.
He didn't have the staff for new clients right now. His company had recently taken on two of the largest security details they'd ever managed, protecting a wealthy CEO of a prominent tech company, and protecting an oil baron from the Middle East who was vacationing with his children in California for a month. The two details had done a lot for the company's bottom line, but had put him in a hiring crunch, especially since he never hired anyone off the street or from a resume. He only hired from personal referrals. His only exceptions were former secret service agents or former high-ranking military. He had put out the word weeks ago that he was looking for new guards and investigators, but so far, he'd had very little response. He needed to get more aggressive.
Without thinking, Knox's hand reached out and picked up his phone, then pressed the button that would allow him to answer the incoming call.
"Rosesson," he growled, his mind far away.
No one said anything for a moment and Knox almost hung up, thinking the line was empty. As the phone left his ear, a shaky female voice spoke.
"Ah, Mr. Rosesson, I didn't ... I don't...What I mean is ... Do you... Can you..."
Knox sat up straight in his chair, something making him listen harder. This woman was obviously scared out of her mind, although that wasn't what was pulling at him. "Hey now, calm down. Take a deep breath. Start with your name."
He heard her take the breath he had advised and then let it out slowly.
"Mica Nichols."
Knox typed it into his search bar as he spoke. "Hello Mrs. Nichols, can I help you with something?"
Google returned results immediately. Most of them were for a famous but camera-shy fashion designer from Seattle. Probably not who he was talking to. He clicked on the first result anyway. There was one picture on the page but it was small and grainy. He couldn't tell anything about the woman from it. His eyes scanned the text as he waited for her to answer.
"Miss. It's Miss, not Mrs., and yes, I need...a bodyguard or something."
She sounded more in control of herself already. Knox liked that. She'd had a scare, but she was processing as best she could.
"Has someone threatened you?"
"Yes. Someone has threatened me," she said, but he could tell by the note in her voice that something about what she said wasn't true.
"What were you threatened with, Miss Nichols?"
She was silent for a moment. "Well, I wasn't actually threatened with anything, but I know there is a threat there. An implied threat. And he seems to be stalking me. He broke into my garage, and I think he has a key to my house."
"Ex-boyfriend?"
"Oh God no!" she exclaimed. "Look, it's a long story, can you send someone over to my house and I will explain it all to him? I'm willing to hire
Mica pressed her face to the door and looked out the tiny peephole. The hall outside seemed empty. Mica took a step back, not sure what to do. She stepped forward again and pressed her eye to the peephole again, this time looking down.
A small, wooden box, like a cigar box, sat on her welcome mat. Mica stared at it for a long time.
After at least ten minutes had passed, Mica let go of the gun with one hand, her eye still pressed to the peephole. She pulled her phone out of her bra.
She needed help.
Chapter 11
Knox
Knox only had time to type one search term into his computer before the phone in the outer office rang. He should have ignored it. He had an answering service on the weekends who would route any current clients to the proper investigator. The answering service would turn away anyone who wasn't a current client.
He didn't have the staff for new clients right now. His company had recently taken on two of the largest security details they'd ever managed, protecting a wealthy CEO of a prominent tech company, and protecting an oil baron from the Middle East who was vacationing with his children in California for a month. The two details had done a lot for the company's bottom line, but had put him in a hiring crunch, especially since he never hired anyone off the street or from a resume. He only hired from personal referrals. His only exceptions were former secret service agents or former high-ranking military. He had put out the word weeks ago that he was looking for new guards and investigators, but so far, he'd had very little response. He needed to get more aggressive.
Without thinking, Knox's hand reached out and picked up his phone, then pressed the button that would allow him to answer the incoming call.
"Rosesson," he growled, his mind far away.
No one said anything for a moment and Knox almost hung up, thinking the line was empty. As the phone left his ear, a shaky female voice spoke.
"Ah, Mr. Rosesson, I didn't ... I don't...What I mean is ... Do you... Can you..."
Knox sat up straight in his chair, something making him listen harder. This woman was obviously scared out of her mind, although that wasn't what was pulling at him. "Hey now, calm down. Take a deep breath. Start with your name."
He heard her take the breath he had advised and then let it out slowly.
"Mica Nichols."
Knox typed it into his search bar as he spoke. "Hello Mrs. Nichols, can I help you with something?"
Google returned results immediately. Most of them were for a famous but camera-shy fashion designer from Seattle. Probably not who he was talking to. He clicked on the first result anyway. There was one picture on the page but it was small and grainy. He couldn't tell anything about the woman from it. His eyes scanned the text as he waited for her to answer.
"Miss. It's Miss, not Mrs., and yes, I need...a bodyguard or something."
She sounded more in control of herself already. Knox liked that. She'd had a scare, but she was processing as best she could.
"Has someone threatened you?"
"Yes. Someone has threatened me," she said, but he could tell by the note in her voice that something about what she said wasn't true.
"What were you threatened with, Miss Nichols?"
She was silent for a moment. "Well, I wasn't actually threatened with anything, but I know there is a threat there. An implied threat. And he seems to be stalking me. He broke into my garage, and I think he has a key to my house."
"Ex-boyfriend?"
"Oh God no!" she exclaimed. "Look, it's a long story, can you send someone over to my house and I will explain it all to him? I'm willing to hire
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