Page 4 of Legal Desire
Stone slapped his shoulder as he passed him. Trev wasn’t sure if the slap was encouragement or recrimination, but he nodded at him.
Simon was the one who paused the longest in the doorway and stared up at Trev. He emitted a heavy sigh and murmured, “I don’t know how I didn’t see it.”
And it was killing him that he hadn’t, especially now that it was so obvious.
She had to be the mole.
Knowing it wasn’t enough—they needed to be able to prove it. And Trev had taken it upon himself to do that using whatever means necessary.
“Good luck,” Simon said as he stepped out the door and closed it for Trev.
Allison rose from the chair in which Simon had seated her and pivoted on one high heel, her navy blue dress billowing out around her long, slender legs as she turned toward him. She must not have liked having her back to him.
Trev could relate. As a kid living on the streets, he’d known to always keep his back to the wall, so nobody could sneak up on him.
Somehow Allison McCann had managed to sneak up on all of them. How had they never suspected her?
Was it because she was so gorgeous? Hell, she wasn’t just beautiful. She was damn near perfect. Like a ballerina, her body looked delicate but strong, her muscles defined. She was probably a runner.
But no matter how fast she was, she wasn’t going to outrun him.
Trev was going to catch her. He had the mole, and she was not going to get away from him. She was not going to get away with what she’d done.
