Page 34 of Unraveling an Enigma
Blood surges through my veins when my eyes glance at the surveillance photos displayed. The top picture is a photo of Isabelle and Theresa standing eye to eye in the entranceway of Isabelle’s apartment.
“Why is the IA department investigating Isabelle?”
Hunter slouches into the chair and places one of his jean-covered ankles onto his knee. His eyes glide over my body before settling on my face. “For conspiring with you.”
I’m taken back by Hunter’s response. “They're investigating their own agent for doing the job they paid her to do?”
Hunter’s lips thin as he shakes his head. “Now the slap mark makes sense,” he remarks pretentiously.
His eyes shift to my face, which is still burning from the slap Isabelle inflicted on me with brutal force. I’ll be frank: my cock turned to stone when she slapped me. Because an angry Isabelle is just as ravishing as a jealous Isabelle.
Hunter leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees. “You probably don’t want to hear this right now, but Isabelle didn’t rat you out.”
A profound and unbelievable chuckle erupts from my lips. “What is it with all the men surrounding me not being able to see past Isabelle’s ruse? First Hugo, then Cormack, now you.”I thought I was the only fool that couldn’t see past her astuteness.
Hunter’s eyes dart up to mine. One of his brows lifts high, and his head slants to the side. “Because we’d all happily rot in jail just for the opportunity of tapping a woman who looks like her, let alone having her more than once.”
My molars grind together when his shrewd gaze shoots down to the photo of Isabelle on my desk. Normally, my reaction to his blatant goading would be much more severe, but I'm off my game, distracted by the momentous personal endeavors I’m undertaking. You would think my arrest would be on the forefront of my mind, but it isn’t. I have more pressing issues to handle than the FBI’s concerns about who I can or cannot dine with.
“And from the way your jaw is ticking, and you look like you’re going to kill me, I’ll assume you’d happily accept the same fate for another night in between the sheets with Isabelle,” Hunter remarks.
I don’t refute his allegation since nothing about his statement is untrue.
“As I said earlier, Theresa’s operating system is severely lacking in security.” He hands me the iPad device he earlier removed.
I undo the button on my suit jacket and take a seat in my office chair across from Hunter. My brows pull together, my mouth etching in a firm line. The iPad is open on an image of Isabelle sitting in a chair behind a white melamine table. The blond gentleman she was kissing in her hallway nearly two months ago is seated next to her. The crippling weight sitting on my chest the past three days amplifies.
My eyes wander from the iPad to Hunter, who is watching me curiously. “Are you trying to rub salt into my wounds or did you set out just to piss me off today?”
“Come on, Isaac. You know as well as anyone that not everything is black and white,” Hunter remarks. “Press play and watch the gray be unleashed.”
After shooting Hunter a wry look, warning him I’ve reached my quota of his smart remarks today, I press play on the iPad.
My brows shoot up my face when “Are you in a sexual relationship with Isaac Holt?” comes squawking through the speakers. My heart stops beating as I wait for Isabelle’s response. Her pupils are wide; her face is flushed, and she looks like a deer caught in the headlights.
“I plead the fifth,” she murmurs, her voice so low it is barely a whisper. The smallest smirk curves my lips higher.
Even though I can’t see the person interrogating Isabelle, her voice is easily distinguishable.Theresa Veneto.Hunter remains quiet while I watch the entire video. My jaw muscle tenses when Theresa taunts Isabelle about being a paid mistress.No wonder why Isabelle reacted so fiercely to my harsh words.
When the video ends, showing Isabelle denied all interactions with me, my eyes shift to Hunter. “You couldn’t have brought this to me an hour earlier?”Then I wouldn’t have insulted Isabelle so bluntly.
“With everything going on with Nick and the stalker, and those other matters you have me looking into, my resources have been stretched thin, and the search took a little longer than I expected.”
Now that he mentions it, Hunter’s eyes are plagued with dark circles, and his face is paler than normal. I guess I’m not the only one who has been lacking in adequate sleep each night.
“Does Theresa’s investigation include any legalities that could affect Isabelle?”
Hunter runs his hand along his jaw as he slumps further into the chair. “I’m not a lawyer, but unless they can prove Isabelle accepted a payment or was financially rewarded for supplying you with information, I don’t see the investigation being anything more than hearsay,” he replies, his gaze shooting up to me. “Did you ever discuss anything with Isabelle that could warrant their investigation?”
I shake my head. “Isabelle and I never discussed business matters.” We barely discussed anything at all, as neither of us could control the overwhelming sexual desire we have for each other.
“Then she should be okay.” Hunter’s tone is reserved. “Maybe have Regan look into it for you.”
I scratch my brow. “Regan is a little busy handling another situation for me at the moment.”
Hunter nods. “Speaking of situations: Peters spotted Nick’s stalker purchasing a bus ticket to New York earlier this morning. Did you want me to send someone with her? Or?” He stops talking mid-sentence, awaiting further instructions.
“Cormack has a security detail watching Nick from afar in Los Angeles. When he returns home, send one of your guys to keep an eye on him,” I instruct, my tone firm.
