“Okay, you’re right.” Bolt nodded. “This is really bad.”
“Bolt can help.” Anna glanced at her boyfriend. “Nobody knows this, but he’s the one who took down Alexis Devereaux.”
“Except that you keep telling people, so it’s hard to say that nobody knows.” Bolt sighed and shook his head. “I need somewhere to work. My mom is hosting her book club at my house tonight, and I really don’t wa
nt to use the public library’s Wi-Fi network for this.”
“My mom is home tonight too…” Anna grimaced.
“I’ve got somewhere we can work.” I nodded.
“Let me grab my stuff from the car.” Bolt opened the door.
Bolt and Anna grabbed their stuff, and I drove us to the villa. Bolt told us that it could take a really long time to get access to anything of importance—and there was no guarantee that he could. I talked with Anna and got to know here a little better while Bolt tapped away on his laptop. After a couple of hours, I started to get fairly antsy. In the back of my mind, I thought it would be as simple as breaking into Edgar’s home computer, and when it wasn’t—I began to worry that it wasn’t going to be possible.
“I think I found something…” Bolt looked up, and then there was a knock at the front door that made him jump out of his seat. “Who the hell is that?”
“Does anyone know you’re here?” Anna’s eyes filled with terror.
“No!” I shook my head back and forth. “Oh god…”
“I told you I had to stop doing this!” Bolt slammed his laptop shut. “Fuck, I’m about to go to jail…”
“She doesn’t look like a cop…” I peered around the corner and saw a woman standing at the door. “She’s not dressed like a cop.”
“The cops you should be scared of don’t wear blue!” Bolt started shoving all of his stuff into his bag.
“I’m just going to answer the door. Don’t freak out—yet.” I sighed and walked to the door.
“Don’t let her in unless she has a warrant!” Bolt sighed so loud I could hear him from the front of the villa.
This day is already going every which way but right, so it wouldn’t surprise me if the cops really did show up.
“Hi…” I opened the door. “Can I help you with something?”
“Are you Leigh?” She tilted her head.
“Um…” My head snapped back. “Yeah?”
“My name is Addison Regan. I’m Damien’s attorney. He said I might find you here if you weren’t at the Pembroke Hotel or Sinn Manor.” She looked past me. “Is someone here with you?”
“Just a couple of friends.” I motioned towards the living room. “Is Damien okay? I’ve been looking for his arraignment on the docket every single day!”
“It’s been delayed. As for him, he’s as good as he can be considering the circumstances.” She looked down for a moment. “I’ve got a message from him.”
“Okay…” I felt a lump rising up in my throat.
“Something really bad is about to happen.” She grimaced. “He doesn’t want you anywhere near Sinn Manor.”
Does he know about the wedding, or is he planning something himself?
“Tell him I won’t be going back.” I took a deep breath and blew it out through pursed lips.
“He said you would put up a fight…” Addison blinked in surprise.
“No.” I shook my head back and forth. “Not this time.”
“I hope you’re telling me the truth.” Addison sighed. “Edgar Sinn is involved with some really dangerous people.”