“You think your father found out something about the man that attacked you and flew to America last week to follow up on the lead?”
“Originally he said he was going on one last mission, and I wasn’t to worry, that he’d get in touch soon.”
“Except he didn’t.”
“No,” she answered Seth. “When I hadn’t heard from him for several days, I started looking through his study to see if I could find a name or telephone number, someone I might contact to see if he was okay.” She gave a shake of her head. “Instead, I found evidence that he’s been secretly carrying out his own investigation to find the man responsible for killing Michael and attacking me. It’s all in here.” She clutched her shoulder bag to her chest. “I haven’t read it, I—I couldn’t, but I brought it with me for— I wanted Dair Grayson to have it.”
“Why didn’t Peter come to us for help months ago?” Lijah rasped his frustration with the situation. “He must have known we would help him find and deal with this bastard.” Peter would have known exactly how that would have gone down too. With short, sharp justice.
Callie avoided meeting his gaze. “Because I asked him not to tell anyone what had happened.”
“Why the hell would you do that?” Lijah stared at her disbelievingly.
“Because I was scared, okay?” She stood up, eyes blazing but also full of unshed tears. “The man threatened me after…after he shot Michael. He put his hand about my throat, leaned in very close, and said—said he knew who I was, and if I told the police or anyone else anything about him, that he would come back and kill my family and me too!"
Oh fuck…
Chapter 3
The months since the robbery and Michael’s death had been a nightmare for Callie.
The shock and disbelief of how he’d died. Her stay in hospital. The hours of questioning by the police.
She had been only too happy to go back to Cornwall with her father once the police said she could leave London, had felt too beaten up physically and emotionally to do more than just get through each day.
And always, always with that man’s threat to kill her ringing in her ears.
She should have known her father wouldn’t just accept what had been done to her. Should have guessed that all this time he had been carrying out his own investigation, quietly, methodically, as he searched through the guest list that night for the man responsible.
No doubt with the intention of killing him and taking away Callie’s fear once and for all.
She wasn’t stupid. She knew what her father had been and done during his years in the military.
Just as she knew these two men, Lijah Smith and Seth Armstrong, were also trained killers.
“That’s a standard threat,” Seth Armstrong pointed out. “It’s called intimidation of the witness.”
“I know that, I just… It doesn’t make it any less frightening.” Callie had been terrified in those first few days after Michael was killed. Less so as the days, weeks, and then months passed quietly in Cornwall with her father.
That fear had now returned with a vengeance.
“Did you believe him when he said he would kill you?” Lijah probed.
“Oh yes.” She gave another shudder.
“You do realize that no one at Grayson Security is going to be intimidated?” he warned. “That everyone who works here will do everything within their power, whatever it takes, to both find Peter and, if necessary, deal with this other man?”
She drew in a deep, controlled breath. “Yes, I understand.”
“Do you?” Lijah studied her intently.
Considering the things Callie had already been through, not least having her boyfriend gunned down in front of her, she was doing remarkably well. But he wasn’t going to lie to her; she was going to need to be even stronger for what was to come.
“Yes,” she confirmed quietly. “I’ll leave all of my father’s papers, his research with you before I go—”
“Go where?” Lijah scowled darkly.
Callie