Page 74 of Untouchable
Neither said anything afterward. Caleb rolled off her and took care of the condom. Kelly pulled her nightgown down over her hips and tried to compose herself.
Another fuck in a long line of them now. The argument and apology didn’t make it any different.
It wasn’t like they were in a real relationship. It wasn’t like that would ever be a possibility for them.
Caleb mumbled out a good night and threw his arm across her middle as he settled into sleep.
Kelly wished she didn’t like the weight of it so much.
The next day, Jack left her a message, saying he’d found something big and that they should meet in person to discuss it.
Kelly was kind of nervous after almost getting caught last time. But she was meeting with her client again to work on the portrait, so she arranged to meet Jack covertly in her client’s apartment building. The bodyguard waited in the lobby when she went upstairs anyway since she’d insisted on not having a bodyguard looming over her when she was working.
She figured it would be easy enough to meet with Jack on the way down with no one else being the wiser.
He was tall and rangy, with broad shoulders and a five-o’clock shadow. He looked about Caleb’s age, but he was rumpled and laid-back.
He looked competent though. It was reassuring.
Jack didn’t say anything when he saw her, just put down the newspaper he’d been pretending to read and walked casuallydown the hall, turning in to what appeared to be a workout room.
“We’re fine here,” Jack assured her as she closed the door behind her. “Marshall’s man is still in the lobby.” He had a file in his hand, and he was wearing khakis and a sport jacket. He looked big and solid and confident—like a cowboy from an old-fashioned movie.
“I know,” she told him. “It’s good to see you again.”
“You too.” His blue eyes ran up and down over her in a quick once-over. “You’re even more gorgeous than last time.”
She rolled her eyes, although the comment hadn’t been offensive. He seemed like a genuinely good guy. “Aren’t you supposed to be professional with clients?”
“Yes. I’m nothing if not professional. I wouldn’t dream of asking you out until you stopped being my client.”
She couldn’t help but laugh at the dry tone in his voice. “All right. So seriously. You said you found something?”
His expression shifted to the task at hand. “Yes. One of my guys went over all the documents you sent. It was sure a shitload of stuff.”
“I didn’t have time to sort through it myself.”
“I know. I wasn’t complaining. But there was really nothing there. A bunch of transactional stuff I had a finance guy look over, but nothing looked out of place or suspicious. The one note you found was the only one that was questionable, and that was too vague to be compromising.”
She slumped in disappointment. “I know. So you didn’t find anything? I thought you said you had something?”
“I do. But it didn’t come from the documents. I have a contact at the phone company in Baltimore, and she pulled up records for me.”
Kelly perked up. “Oh really? What did you find?”
“Well, as you can imagine, we’re talking about mountains of calls, so it’s taken us two weeks to sort through them. Anyway, we tracked down all the numbers we could, and there was a call from one of the private mobiles to a man who is suspected of running hits.”
She jerked in surprise, her heart jumping painfully. “Really? A hit man?”
“More or less. There’s no evidence against this guy, but it’s an open secret that he’s the DiMauros’ guy.”
“And there was a call to him seventeen years ago?”
“One call. Lasting less than a minute. It could have been a wrong number, I guess, but it looks pretty fishy. It was the day before your father was killed. My guess was he switched to an untraceable phone after the first contact.”
“So Caleb talked to this hit man?” She felt the blood leaving her face as the reality of this evidence started to sink in.
“That’s the thing,” Jack said, his mouth twisting slightly. “The phone wasn’t Marshall’s.”
