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pulling him from his thoughts. "Mr. Sinclair, your driver is here."
    He pressed the intercom button. "Thanks, I'll be right out." He gathered all the paperwork Vincent left with him and pushed it into his briefcase. As much as he wanted this trip to be all about Rebecca, he couldn't ignore the pending purchase or expansion this meant for Purgatory. He had to find a way to mix both business and pleasure, with an emphasis on pleasure. Mason locked the file drawer of his desk and slid his keys into his pocket. First he had to get to the airport and then he'd start the next phase of his plan.
    He only hoped she was ready as she claimed to be.

    * * *
    Rebecca stared down at the small bag she packed, and fear gripped her insides. What the hell was she doing?
    Her plan when coming to Charlotte had nothing to do with getting laid by a kinky gazillionaire or jetting off to some unknown location for a lurid tryst. She rubbed her stomach and hoped the burning would go away soon. But she signed that damned contract and given her word, and the idea of going back on that now made her almost as sick as the plan to go through with it. One obsession was unhealthy enough, now she was perilously close to having two. Her tiny one-bedroom apartment was closing in on her.  
    She grabbed an extra role of Tums from the shelf and plucked one from the package before dropping them into her purse. Maybe she had lost her mind, maybe she hadn't, but the anxiety in her stomach appeared to be real. In case things got worse, she also slipped the prescription bottle for Xanax into her bag. Better to be prepared than to embarrass herself further with a total freak out halfway to wherever the hell they were going. Stomach acid and anxiety. Wasn't she a fount of sexiness at the moment?  
    Thankfully, her sex appeal wasn't the highest item on her priority list. While that contract had been all about sex with a little deal on the side for an interview, a lot more was at stake for her. Would it be enough for her to finally put her sister's death behind her? Or was she about to lose everything thanks to a few too many nights in Purgatory?  
    She reached for the closet door and pushed it closed behind her so she could see the back of it again. She set up everything here about her sister's murder case for this reason: to remind her every day of her goal. She had to stay on task. There, in vivid color and grainy black and white, were the images of her suspects. Mason Sinclair, Levi Hawkins, Tucker Lewis and Gabe Michaels. Over time she'd loosely connected all four men, starting with their days in college. Not that they made it easy. Since their good old college days, there contact was limited to financial transactions and a few get-togethers at either Purgatory or the adjacent restaurant, Fire and Ice. Infrequent enough that most people wouldn't notice, but enough for her to establish a subtle pattern.  
    With Tucker's mother publicly confessing she punished her husband, Reverend Hawkins, more than a decade ago, these four men had closed ranks and confirmed everything she already knew. They were connected and it felt like a helluva lot more than a simple long-time friendship.
    During the months before she came to town, she wove a story together of these four beautiful and apparently wealthy men. She looked at their days in college to the present, leaving a few gaping holes that made it unclear exactly who they were and which one of them could have been responsible for her sister's death. That's what she hoped to get from Mason. The missing pieces.
    Technically, the case was already solved and the supposed murderer was safely in prison with no chance for parole. Rebecca never felt an ounce of relief when the homeless man was arrested and quickly put on trial. Until she found her sister's diary, she was never been able to put her finger on why. She still didn't have any contrary evidence, but she was willing to work with a hunch. She failed her sister once before by