“Sounds perfect.” Cook smiled. “Where?”
“Hawaii,” Morgan told her, picturing the blissful image of big waves, blue skies and Jane in his arms. Despite the cold Welsh rain, he felt as though he was already there. Only the sound of helicopter blades broke him from his reverie.
“You have to go,” she almost whispered.
“I’ll send it back for you,” he promised. “Hand over to the legal team,
and I’ll take care of the Princess.” Morgan turned to watch as the helicopter touched down a hundred yards from the house, the mountains behind it ominous and dark beneath the thick cloud.
It was time for Morgan to leave Wales. There was only one more thing for him to do.
He took Cook’s hands in his, the touch full of the spark and promise of what was to come. “I’ll see you in London.”
And then he kissed her.
Chapter 37
PETER KNIGHT LOOKED at what had become of his office. His map of the United Kingdom and the carefully placed pins lay crumpled and torn on the floor. A chair lay on its side by the door. The pens, photos and paperwork from his desk had been tossed like confetti.
“Are you calm now?” he asked the woman who had trashed his office. Fearing for Eliza Lightwood’s safety more than his own, Knight had taken her down with a self-defense move and was now sitting on top of her, exerting just enough pressure to keep the woman pinned.
“I’m sorry,” Eliza wheezed out.
“I know you’ve had a shock, Eliza, but I can’t let you up if you’re going to do that again.”
“I’m good, Peter, honestly. I’m sorry. That just all came as a shock. It… it really threw me. I’m sorry. I just lost it for a moment.”
Knight could understand why: hearing that your friend was responsible for blackmailing your father into suicide was not something that could be taken lightly. Still, it gave Knight pause for thought. If Eliza’s temper was as violent as this…
He hadn’t revealed to her that Sophie’s body had been found, but could Eliza already know that the blackmailer was hanging in a Welsh forest? Could she have been the one to put her there, during her absence that she claimed was a drive to the south coast?
He had more questions than answers. He expected he wouldn’t learn much more by keeping Eliza pinned to his office floor.
He stood.
She got up slowly, red with embarrassment and exertion as she took in the devastation she had caused. “My God, Peter… Send me the bill. Whatever it is. Redecorate the entire floor of this building and I’ll pay for it. I’m so, so sorry.”
“That won’t be necessary, Eliza. You’ve had a rough time recently. It’s perfectly understandable.”
“Thank you, Peter.” She sighed. “You’ve been so amazing throughout all this… Do you have a bathroom I could use? I’d like to clean myself up before I go.”
“Of course.” Knight smiled, and showed her the way.
As soon as she was out of sight, he pulled out his phone and wrote a text message to Hooligan:
Look deeper into Eliza. Could she have put contract killers onto Sophie? Or killed her herself? Possible she could have got to Wales and back in time to dump body? Try to discover her movements in the past three days.
Private London’s tech guru replied a second later.
OK. What will you be doing?
Peter looked toward the bathroom before he replied.
Old-fashioned stuff.
“Thanks for waiting, Peter.” Eliza smiled as she emerged from the bathroom.
“No problem.” He smiled back, walking her out to the front of Private’s building and waving her goodbye.