Dylan glared at his brother. “May I remind you, Mr Possessive, that Tariq isn’t interested in women in the way you are.”
Adam practically growled. “And may I remind you that you think the man’s a fucking murderer!”
Dylan turned his attention to Amy again. “If you’re willing to help us, we sure could use this situation to our advantage. Maybe you can trick him into confessing what really happened the night Ivan died. Slowly draw him in. If we can get a written or recorded confession then the police will have to open up the case again and charge him with murder.”
Amy cringed. “I’ll do it, of course. But he just really wants his work back.”
Dylan rankled. “It’s not his work.”
“Don’t yell at her,” Adam said. “She’s on our side.”
“Sorry, Amy. I just get so mad when I think about Tariq getting away with this.”
Amy smiled kindly, glad that he’d called her by her first name. “It’s okay. I know you want justice for your brother. And I’m willing to help in any way I can. Maybe we can get him to confess to… something. I’d be happy to help.”
Adam reached over and held her hand. “I’m coming with you when you meet up with him.”
“That might give the game away that I’m spying for you, Adam.”
“No, but I’ll be nearby. Don’t meet him unless you’ve arranged for me to be waiting in the car. With my fucking baseball bat.”
“Okay. I appreciate you wanting to take care of me. But I really can take care of myself. I know kung-fu.”
Adam raised an impressed eyebrow. “Really? That would explain your fit body.”
She chuckled.
Dylan cleared his throat. “So, Amy, you’re going to phone Tariq and accept his offer?”
“Yeah, I will.” She grabbed her cell from her purse. “I’ll do it right now if you’ve got an empty meeting room?”
“Sure,” Dylan said. “If it’s blackmail he wants, then we’ll get some dirt on him and blackmail him back, until he confesses what really went on that night.”
Amy opened her mouth to warn Dylan that it might not be news he’d want to hear. She knew the full story – or at least she thought she did. And she was certain Adam and Dylan wouldn’t be happy to discover the truth about their older brother and his gay bondage sex games.
Adam and Amy stood to find an empty meeting room. Adam caressed her shoulder. “Tell him you’ll arrange an initial meeting with him in a few days’ time, okay?”
Amy nodded. “I know.”
“Why a few days?” Dylan asked, still sitting.
“Because Amy and I are staying in London a few days. Tomorrow, Frank can sign the contracts, and Grafton Techs will be ours. And when we come back to New York, we’ll put the wheels in motion to set the trap for Tariq Shard. One step at a time.”
Chapter Nineteen
Adam loved his private jet. The inter
ior resembled the first-class section of a regular plane, but rather than rows of seats, this hunk of metal contained his own bespoke flying hotel suite, complete with luxury sofa, shower cubicle, and king-sized bed. Adam had bought the jet from a well-known rap artist, so the design was luxurious but garish, with gold shimmering upholstery and purple velvet cushions. He intended to refurbish, but he’d been too busy recently. He hoped Amy wouldn’t think he’d chosen the red fluffy carpet and swirly modern wall prints himself.
He glanced at her as they loitered in the doorway. She was staring at the décor with her mouth open.
“Not my own personal design, I gotta tell you.”
She chuckled. “It’s amazing. Like a flying fun room!”
He draped his arm around her and pulled her close. “We can definitely have some fun in here.”
She shot him a coy glance. “You said there was somewhere I could freshen up?”