hope you don’t mind, Miss Sienna, but I’ve been reading up a lot on Mr. Knightly’s background and his life.”
My curiosity piqued. “ And? ”
“ And there’s a lot of women that would wish you… gone.” Gareth said the word gone in a tone that gave me goosebumps all over. “Although, there were a few who stood out, like Ivanna, Amelia and Miss Camilla Clayworth; his ex-betrothed.”
Three big names; ones I’d thought of as well. “Whoever pushed me down the stairs, do you think they meant serious harm or did they want to warn me?”
“ Miss Sienna—” he started, but I paused him before continuing.
“ Please, just call me Sienna.”
Gareth’s brown eyes studied me a second before sighing. “All right, Sienna. Can I tell you something, but have you promise me we’ll keep it between us?”
Shit. I swallowed, daunted from his tone. “I promise, whatever I hear from your lips, won’t be repeated with anyone else.”
“ Thank you,” he said, stirring the contents of his coffee, studying it with utmost care. It took him half a minute to proceed. “Mr. Knightly hired several teams to investigate the accident and I was told to stay away since I wasn’t really there at the time it had occurred so I respected that, even though I felt like I’m responsible for your fall. Had I been there, this wouldn’t have occurred, yet you’re a very persistent woman and had Mr. Knightly under your thumb that evening so I gave in to your request.” Gareth leveled his gaze with mine, serious and cautious with his words. “The next day, my cousin—who actually works at the bar at the very same hotel—called me. His call didn’t surprise me due to the occurrence being pretty much the only thing the employees discussed ever since it had all happened.” He paused, again. “He informed me that he might’ve met one of the suspects. He served a drink to a Middle Eastern man who ordered fizz at the bar. Finding it bizarre, he shrugged it off and gave him his order, however what caught his attention not long after was how his eyes pretty much kept scanning the crowd, as though they were studying, or possibly looking for, someone in particular. It could be the other person involved or he was keeping an eye on you.”
“ The Middle Eastern man could’ve been someone’s date at the Gala. What time did your cousin say this was? I ordered a drink at the bar, too. That was when I was handed the note actually…” I trailed off, trying to rehash the memories that played through my head. For weeks, I had recalled most of the events in my memory, though I hadn’t really focused on the bar or the people that were there.
Gareth shook his head before he tried to explain himself again. “True, my cousin mentioned the man wearing a tux, but why would he order a non-alcoholic drink at a bar? He barely drank any of it because he had been so preoccupied with looking around.”
Now my heart was galloping wildly. Gareth was right. The man did sound fishy. “Can I meet your cousin? I want to speak to him. He might have more clues that could help me.”
“ They aren’t allowed to speak to anyone that isn’t part of the team Mr. Knightly hired. Calling me about it already crossed that line. I’m not sure he’d be willing to cross it twice without getting in a lot of trouble, Sienna.”
I had to speak to him. “Well, assure him that I will make sure he doesn’t get in trouble. If he will, tell him that I will ensure Blake won’t jeopardize anything for him.”
He nodded, sipping his coffee. “I’ll make the call when he lands in London.” Gareth then looked amused. “I’m sure he’d be thrilled to know that there’s a woman out there that could bring Mr. Knightly to his knees.” When he saw my raised brow, he explained, “Blake Knightly is not only wealthy, but he’s one who has a lot of influential connections in the country. He’s a very powerful man, and let’s just say, most people prefer to be on