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Dylan raised his eyebrows, giving Cameron an admiring look. “Ah. A bodyguard. Well-deserved, I’m sure. Please do have a seat and let’s discuss helping you get rid of that last name of yours.”
Jaymee laughed. “That sounds wonderful.”
“I must ask, though, why did you come to me? I practice mostly criminal law. And I highly doubt you’ve been accused of any crimes, have you? Unless it’s now a crime to want a divorce.”
“I suppose I wanted to get to you before he does,” Jaymee said, thinking quickly. “He’s the kind of man who will seek out ruthless lawyers like yourself and I want to get a jump on that.”
“You’d rather be the one tearing him apart than being torn apart yourself,” Dylan said, knowingly, as he went back around his desk and dropped into the large leather chair he’d been sitting in.
“I think we can do something for you. Even if it’s just as simple as writing up the papers and sending them in. My name should carry some weight, might even frighten off any lawyers he’s working with. Do you know who his lawyer is?”
Jaymee pressed her lips together. Not only did she not know who Doug used as a lawyer, she didn’t even know if he was still alive to use one.
“I’m afraid not.”
“If you give me his first name and middle initial, I’ll look it up for you.” Dylan swiveled in his chair and placed his hands on his keyboard.
“I don’t know if he’s got a lawyer yet,” Jaymee said quickly.
Dylan turned back to face her, a serene look on his face. He laced his fingers together and rested both hands on the desk. “So you haven’t discussed divorce with him?” he asked.
“No, I haven’t.” Jaymee attempted to look ashamed and scared. She was grateful when Cameron reached over and took her hand.
“It’s going to be all right, J… Julia. Everything is going to be fine once you’re away from that brute.”
“I know. I know.” Jaymee lowered her head and covered her eyes, hiding them from Dylan, as if she was crying. Instead, she was running her eyes around the room, looking for any clues that might link Dylan to the IDL.
“Are you all right, Mrs. Townsend?” Dylan asked. “Can I get you a glass of water?”
Jaymee sniffed dramatically and shook her head. “I… I think I’ll have to do this another time. I… I feel tired suddenly. Cameron, please take me home.”
“I’m so sorry,” Cameron said, helping Jaymee stand. “We’ll make another appointment. Sorry to waste your time. Please send a bill for your time.”
Dylan looked completely confused but nodded. “I do hope you feel better. Give me a call when you feel you can go through with this. Maybe talk to your husband first?”
Jaymee nodded. “Thank you, thank you.”
She let Cameron lead her out.
FOUR
“So, did you see anything of interest in there?” she asked Cameron as they went down the elevator.
“Yeah, he’s obviously a part of IDL. I think I might have even seen a notepad with their logo on the top. It looks like everyone on the list works for IDL. Maybe we should just go there and raid their offices.”
Jaymee laughed. “Yeah, because we have the legal right to do something like that. We aren’t the FBI, you know. Not that the FBI is ever really trustworthy. Some might be but I mean, come on, J. Edgar Hoover pulled a fast one on absolutely everybody, didn’t he? Haven’t trusted them since.”
“You’ve worked with the FBI?” Cameron asked, surprise in his voice. He was looking at her closely.
She gave him a half-grin. “Cameron. What would I need to work with the FBI for? I mean, what would I do for them? Criminal consultant? Because I know so much about crime?”
“I don’t know,” Cameron said with a shrug. “You could be a trained assassin for all I know.”
Jaymee’s eyes sparkled. “Ooo, I like the sound of that. No wait, that’s killing people. How about…cat burglar…” She said the words with oomph, widening her eyes and doing jazz hands in the air. “That way I get all the jewels and nobody gets hurt.”
“Until you’re in jail and Big Bertha comes up behind you in the shower.”
Jaymee gasped. “Cameron!”
