Page 59 of Dark Obsession
"He sent it to me the day he died. He knew something was up and gave me the password to his personal files so I could review the conversations he had leading up to that day."
"Holy shit, Jenna. Did you tell your father?"
"No." I reached up and tugged at my hair. "I don't want my father involved. If someone killed Darek, and he's as high up in the city as he is, why would they spare my father? No. I'm taking care of this myself."
"Wait. Taking care of this?" The door opened and she grabbed me as I tried to move through it.
"I'm going over there tonight. I have to get his laptop so I can review the files. I know Denise was involved in his death, Grace. My brother wouldn't kill himself."
She released me and we turned and yelped as a dark figure moved out of the shadows. Erik.
"Sorry. I didn't realize how late it was." He glanced from me to Grace and smiled. "You have to tell me if I break the rules. It's in my nature to do so."
"It's okay, no worries at-"
I cut her off. "Erik. I need your help." I moved toward him as he stiffened.
"How do you know my name?" His eyebrow lifted.
"My father is the DA of New York City. I know a lot about you." I stopped in front of him and glanced up into his beautiful face with what I prayed was a pleading expression. "Please. I need your help."
"I love helping a pretty woman, miss, but you being the daughter of the DA doesn't exactly score you any points with me. Your prick of a father has been trying to take down my family for ages. Why in the world would I help you?"
"What if I could delete a few files from the system? My father's computer is completely accessible from his library. He wouldn't suspect me."
He watched me closely as Grace moved up beside me and grabbed my arm.
"What are you doing right now? You can't delete files from your father's library. There should be backups and stuff."
"She's right." Erik glanced toward Grace. "But a well-planted virus would help out a lot."
"Can you get me the virus?" I kept my eyes on my target. I didn't have to figure this out alone. Erik would help me. I had something he wanted. Too bad Nate hadn't felt the same.
"I can." He licked his lips and tilted his head a little, looking like sin incarnate. "What do you want help with, Jenna Webb?"
I stiffened, though I should have known that he knew who I was. Everyone did.
"My brother was murdered last weekend. I want-"
"Your brother committed suicide. I've seen the files." He crossed his arms over his massive chest and Grace sighed and walked away.
"I'm closing everything down. Don't leave without me."
"I won't," I mumbled, grateful that she gave me and Erik a minute alone. "He wouldn't do that. If you know anything about my family, you know that Darek was my father’s pride and joy. He wouldn’t kill himself."
"Agreed. So who fed him the sex drug, little girl? Three of those bitches and your heart will stop." He watched me with an intensity that rivaled Nate's.
"I don't know, but I would bet it's his fucking widow. Something is off about her."
He nodded. "Very off. Her last husband died too. Not four years ago. Seems very suspicious."
"What?" Shock raced through me. "She's not been married before."
He clicked his tongue against his teeth. "Don't challenge my facts, Jenna. Tell me what you want from me for this quid pro quo. Take care of my needs, and I'll take care of yours."
His line was far too sexual, but maybe it was just me. He was overwhelming that close up.
"My brother left a laptop at his place. He gave me the password."
