Behind His Eyes - Truth Read Free

“I’ll get right on it. I’ll also call Patricia and have her get a hold of Jane Allyson.”
    “There has to be some legal recourse, right? I mean, you can fight this—legally?”
    Brent hesitated. “I’ll need to see the paperwork. If Jane made any mistakes in her petition, maybe—”
    Tony shook his head. If? Maybe? “That’s unacceptable! I want something done immediately. This injustice needs to be rectified.”
    “Tony, Courtney wants to know if you’re all right?”
    “Tell her that I’m fuck’n great.” The energy that had momentarily fueled Tony’s rage faded into the black night. Holding his head, Tony sighed. “The damn press will have a field day.”
    “Patricia will contact Shelly. She’ll do all she can.”
    Tony nodded. He had a great team. His people would rally around him. “Give me an update in the morning.” Not having the strength to wait for a response, Tony hit DISCONNECT . Two weeks—where in the hell was she? His mind searched for possibilities: people, places, anything.
    “Indiana?”
    Tony looked up at the sound of Catherine’s voice. His dark eyes glared, daring her to say another word as she eased her way through the partially open door. “What in the hell are you doing in my office?”
    “I heard you yelling, and, well, you’ve been acting strangely lately. I wanted to be sure you’re all right. Are you?”
    He forced an unnatural laugh. “That seems to be the question of the day. No, no, I’m not. I’m also not prepared to talk about it, especially with you.”
    Catherine relaxed her stance and sat on a chair near the sofa. “Why not me? You can talk to me. I’m the only person you can talk to about her , and besides, I’d like to know more.”
    Tony’s darkening eyes burned toward her. “How do you know this is about her ?”
    “Like I said, I heard you yelling. You said her name.”
    Tony ran his hands over his stubbly face and exhaled. “Not tonight, Catherine. I don’t even fuck’n know what to say.” He stood and walked to his desk. Turning back around, his tone regained its earlier intensity. “Claire is gone, but since you just offered a possible location, you probably already knew that. When did you find out?”
    “Just moments ago.” Her eyes opened wide. “Like I said, I heard you speaking to Mr. Simmons.”
    “You don’t seem too concerned.”
    She shrugged. “I am. I’m concerned about you , about the fact that you still have her picture hanging in your suite, and that you look more worried than upset.”
    Tony glared. “Then looks can be deceiving, because I’m definitely upset—no, I’m outraged!” His volume increased. “Richard Bosley screwed me over. He pardoned her two weeks ago and hid it all.”
    “Pardoned?”
    “Yes! Did you miss that little bit of information during your eavesdropping endeavor? She was pardoned . Her crime, plea, and sentence are gone! It’s like it never happened. Like suddenly I was never lying in a hospital bed fighting for my life.”
    Catherine bristled slightly in her chair. They’d had more than a few words over his condition following the poisoning. “Anton,” she said, softly, “what are you going to do?”
    “I’m going to find her!”
    “Remember, she left you. You offered her an alternative, and she dismissed it. Do you think she wants to be found? And even if you find her, what will you do then?”
    With his jaw tightly clenched, Tony poured another drink. Silence enveloped the regal office as Catherine’s gray eyes stared, and Tony contemplated his answer. Did Claire want to be found? Obviously not, or he would know her location. What was he going to do after he found her? Tony didn’t know the answer to that, either. Closing his eyes, he fought the bombardment of emotions. There were too many, coming too fast and too conflicting. Rage, uncertainty, worry, anger, hurt—the list could go on and on. Tony couldn’t identify what he was feeling, much less discuss it.
    After he