Page 43 of Daddy's Protection
“Your brother is in finance, right?”
“Yep. And very successful. Owns his own brokerage firm in Manhattan. You think this office is nice, you should see his!”
“Ma’am,” Jack chimed in, “can you think of anyone who might want that property? A historic home in Angeleno Heights has to be worth some money.”
Camille’s piercing, shrewd eyes studied the men for a minute. Isaiah could see how she was very effective at negotiating in the business world. “That’s why someone is harassing my niece? They want her property? Are you kidding me?”
The anger was clearly boiling within her.
“I can hire some security. Hell, I’ll send my own guys.”
“Thank you. And we’ll pass that on. But we’re watching over her,” Isaiah reassured.
A tense moment passed. Finally, Camille said, “I need to call her tonight. I’ve been so busy with the product launch that it’s been weeks since I’ve spoken to her. Shit, I’m such a bad aunt.”
“Not at all,” Isaiah answered with a kind smile.
“She spoke very highly of you this morning,” Ace added.
Camille still had a faraway look in her eyes, as if she only half heard. “I’ve got to call her. I need to do better.”
A moment later, she straightened her posture again and said, “If you’re investigating a property angle, I’d look at Mr. McConnell, the asshole who lives across the street from her. He gave my grandmother crap for years. Gets in everyone’s business. Thinks he’s the boss of the neighborhood or something.” She leaned in a little. “And he’s tried to buy up several properties on the street. Gave mom so many offers. Lowballed her every time, of course. Cheap bastard. But he got away with some. Swindled two houses on that street and one on the block behind them away from their owners.”
“That’s something Cami didn’t know about,” Isaiah said, grinning as he stood. “That’s the type of history we needed.”
She smiled in satisfaction as she stood, too. “You think that’ll help?”
Isaiah offered his hand.
“It’s a lot more than we had before we came in here.”
Chapter 20
Part of Cami felt awful about what they were doing.
Okay, maybe not awful, she realized as she crouched beneath the climbing structure in Auntie Athena’s backyard. But she at least saw the irony in the situation. There she was, laying low at the nursery while her Daddy investigated who’d faked a haunting at her house and scared her senseless—all while she was about to… scare someone senseless.
That didn’t mean she had any sympathy for her target, though.
Tonya was a mean girl if there ever was one. The way she’d made Iris cry was still burned in Cami’s mind. It most likely wasn’t something she’d forget anytime soon.
If all went as planned, this wouldn’t be anything Tonya and her snobby friends forgot, either.
Cam turned to Lana. “How do I look? Can you tell I’m wearing any makeup or anything?”
Lana looked her over. “Nope. How about me?”
“You look perfect,” Cami said.
“Guys.” Iris’s voice came over Cami’s phone.
The device was lying on the ground, on speaker, so the ladies had no trouble hearing her.
“What’s up?” Cami asked.
“They’re headed your way,” Iris reported. “About to step into the backyard any second.”
“We’re all set,” Lana told her. “You good to go?”
