Page 47 of Nemesis
I wanted to know more.Neededto know more.
Something wasn’t adding up. From Noah assigning me as the bodyguard of a billionaire’s wife, to now someone trying to kill her.
If I found his reluctance to share more details about this case odd, knowing someone with the skillset to use a sniper was after her convinced me there was something amiss.
I grabbed the few remaining logs from the side of the cabin and made my way back inside, a heavy fog settling over the forest.
I was watching the surveillance footage of the shooting when I heard footsteps approaching. Before we left the house, Jaxon sent me a copy of whatever footage they’d been able to gather. I’d been watching it on a loop, trying to find any clues.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
I sneaked a glance sideways as she rounded the couch, taking a seat on the opposite end of where I was sitting. She’d changed out of her skirt and blazer into a matching set of a gray sweat suit. She pulled her legs up and curled further into the couch.
“I’m reviewing some of the footage from earlier,” I said, clicking off the video.
“Any luck finding anything?”
Closing my eyes, I blew out a frustrated breath, pinching the bridge of my nose just beneath the bridge of my glasses. “Not yet,” I replied tightly, dropping my hand to my side. “The restaurant only had a few sporadic cameras inside, but none on the alley where the shot came from.”
I felt a massive headache blooming from the hours of footage I’d just watched, over and over again. I leaned back, pushing my glasses up above my head, then dragged a hand over my face.
I’d been through every bit of the security tapes. Main room. Elevators. Exit staircases.
Nothing.
Essentially, all it showed was the glass shattering and I still hadn’t pinpointed the exact entry point or determined which building the shooter was stationed at when he took his shot.
I even hacked into the street security cams, but nothing covered enough grounds to show the alley behind the building and most of what I found only showed a screen of static footage.
I leaned forward and put my elbows on my knees, lacing my fingers together. I turned my head in her direction and stared at her, uncertain.
“Do you knowanythingabout what happened today or why someone would be targeting you like this?”
She shifted nervously under my gaze, her jaw slightly clenching at my line of questioning. I glanced down, only to find her clutching at the edges of the couch, her knuckles turning white.
She glared at me before she faced away from me. “How would I know anything?” she finally grumbled.
I tilted my head and studied her closely. I was quickly becoming an expert at reading Olivia Morales and her frustrated deflection wasn’t fooling me.
Something was off.
I hesitated. “This was a last-minute meeting. How could someone have known we were there?” I muttered, more to myself than to her.
She just shrugged her shoulders. I got up and crossed the room. Crouching in front of the woodstove, I shoved another log into its mouth. The fire grew, the sound of the flames crackling filling the room as the rain battered against the windows.
We stayed quiet for a moment, while I finished adjusting the fire, when her stomach let out a deep grumble, loud enough to startle both of us.
I chuckled softly, turning my attention back to her, raising a brow. “Hungry?” I asked, standing back up.
“I’m fine.”
Of course she is.
I strolled past her and headed toward the kitchen. “Olivia, you haven’t eaten since this morning.”
“I said I’m—”
“I swear if you say you’re fine one more time.Dios mío,Olivia, why do you always have to fight me over everything?”
