Blood Orchid (Holly Barker 3)
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“But it’s still grand theft.”
“Who is the complainant?”
“There isn’t one, I suppose,” he admitted.
“It was my intention to give the money to the FBI and have them use it as a basis for a search warrant, but, of course, I was overtaken by events.”
“I should probably arrest you,” Grant said.
“For what?”
“For stealing that money.”
“What money?”
“The money buried under the tree.”
“What tree?”
“The one with your initial on it.”
“I think if you could actually find the spot where we were that night—not that we were ever there—you wouldn’t find my initial on any tree in the woods.”
“You moved the money?”
“What money?”
“I give up,” Grant said, lying down.
“Smart move.”
“Probably not.”
“So, when are you leaving for your new assignment?”
“First of the week.”
“And when will I see you again?”
“I don’t know how long this will take.”
“I’d rather you didn’t go,” she said.
“Holly, it’s what I do.”
“No, it isn’t.”
“Yes, it is.”
“I’m telling you, it’s not what you do. Not anymore.”
Grant sat up again. “Do you know something I don’t?”
“I know a lot of things you don’t,” she replied smugly.
“What? Come on, tell me.”