Page 164 of The Chase
“Yes,” said Abby. “The footage is a little confusing apparently.”
I sat forward. “In what way?”
“Let’s look at it,” she said. “Try to understand their confusion.”
“At least I’m not on there.” I leaned back and breathed a sigh of relief. “An inspector from New Scotland Yard paid me a visit at home. I told her I didn’t know anything. Sorry I didn’t tell you. It was never the right time.”
I was hoping it would go away.
Shane hurried back into the room. “We have a problem on the Icon case.”
Danny and I swapped a wary glance.
“How do you mean?” he asked.
“The man caught—” Shane gestured for us to remain calm. “He’s a thief. Just not ours.”
Air rushed from my lungs. “A copycat?”
Shane gave a nod. “He tasered a guard before they got to him. He was released from Brixton prison a week ago after serving a three-year term.”
“And Icon never harms anyone,” I muttered, remembering that feather serving as a symbol of that promise.
“Onward then.” Abby looked devastated as she gestured to my file. “May I look?”
“Of course.” I slid it over to her.
“I’m going to grab a sandwich.” Danny rose to his feet sharply and stormed out.
“Want to watch this with me?” Brandon waved the flash drive in the air. “I’ll get it set up. How about ten minutes?”
“Sure. Did Christie’s staff say they saw who took the painting?” I pointed to the flash drive.
He frowned. “There’s one suspicious individual but he has an alibi.”
“I’ll grab a sandwich and join you.” I pushed to my feet and said, “Thank you. I appreciate this.”
“Zara,” Elena called to me, gesturing from the door.
“Yes?”
“Adley wants to see you.”
I cringed inwardly as I assumed this was aboutSt. Joan.I’d be hard pushed to explain why it had taken me so long to report this to him.
I made my way to his office. The door was ajar.
Adley rose to greet me. “Zara, heard things are going great on your investigation? Though it’s a shame about our copycat?”
I stepped in farther. “Thank you, sir, yes. I’ll email my report. Let me know if you have any questions.”
“Quite the revelation.”
“I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to tell you about—” My gaze froze on the square-jawed, redheaded man sitting in Adley’s armchair.
Pulling back on my surprise, I faked I’d never seen him before. Nor had the displeasure of attending an orgy he’d been at. It wasn’t just the man’s build, it was his cold gray eyes that I remembered, an icy stare peering through the mask he’d worn that night.
“Hi,” I managed.
