Page 198 of Chandelier Enthralled
I thought about the small things I’d taken for granted, like the way Chad would toss the mail down onto our desks with that frustrated sigh. At first, it had annoyed me, that ritual of his, but now it was strange how much I missed him.
“Have you seen Chad?” Chloe looked toward the elevator, as though expecting to see him.
“I just got here.”
“Course you did,” she bit back.
I refused to take the bait. There were more important issues to fight against, and this tension was futile. Chloe would soon be forgotten.
But never Chad.
I felt a flash of grief as I glanced toward the coffee room where we had our first run in, where he told me what he knew, desperate for answers. I would carry that torch onward for him.
I planned to expose what had happened to his boyfriend, Dean—and I would strive to honor Chad’s life and work.
“What did you do when you left Dean’s place?” I asked, my tone accusatory.
She stared at me. “You did what you had to do with Greyson.”
“Did you tell Jewel we were going to Dean’s home before we even went?”
Chloe avoided my gaze, her face looking flushed. “How’s Greyson?”
I set my bag down. I needed to see how much Chloe had shared with Jewel about our trip to North Hollywood.
“What do you have on Greyson?”
That made her smile. “Why, gonna tell him?”
“Actually, I know a big secret about him,” I told her. “It would blow your mind.”
She looked intrigued. “You got the scoop!”
I rested my hand on the back of my office chair. “What do you think?”
“We can share credit?”
“On his story?”
She flinched. “I thought he was a friend.”
“What would you do to launch your career?” I asked, and there it was, that quick glance upward through the ceiling, toward Jewel’s office.
I knew she had called Jewel yesterday.
What she might not know, however, was that Jewel had sent in one of her thugs to grab the evidence. The same evidence I had escaped with—the notebook.
Chloe had unwittingly placed us in danger.
It was ironic that staff were rushing around searching for a big story and all the while there was one of the biggest scandals unfolding here within their ranks.
“Can you answer me this?” said Chloe. “Why would a French prime minister be interested in Greyson Grantchester?”
“How do you mean?”
“Over thirty years ago, Alexandre Beaumont hired a private investigator to find a boy. I believe he was searching for Greyson.”
“How is that relevant?” Of course I knew the answer. Greyson had shared that Beaumont had done the unthinkable to try to find him.
