nerves had his hands shaking that he rubbed them hard across the top his thighs. He’d been buried shoulder deep in her safe digging. The woman had more pieces of jewelry then a damn jeweler. A dagger should have been easy to spot. As valuable as the thing was, surely she didn’t just set it on a table somewhere. It should have been in that safe. He shook his head. Unless she had no idea what she had on her hands. Since she wasn’t aware she had the dagger to begin with, that’s what he was starting to believe. There would be no sleeping before his meeting with her at nine. “What happened?” Reid’s hands twisted on the steering wheel. The leather creaked under the man’s big grasp. Clayton just shook his head. He really didn’t know how all that happened. He’d done his research on the house, knew the layout of the place, the weak points in her security, and the few surprises. He’d watched her house for hours after the lights went out and never saw movement. If he would have had another forty seconds, he’d have been gone and she’d have never known he’d been there. “I don’t know. She was there and waiting for me.” “She?” Reid’s brow cocked. Clayton swore under his breath and hit the dash. “Lexie Olympia.” She’d just appeared from nowhere without a sound. The room had been empty and silent. Then the click of the probes fired and put him in agony until she gave him relief. Damn Shane Gilroy. The man had shamelessly begged and pulled out all the stops. Even said that Clayton would always be the only son he ever had. And so Clayton had caved and took the damn case that was as fucked up as could be. Shane had fallen hard since the years Clayton had seen him last. The man used to be the best in the private investigation business. He had wasted it. Lost it to gambling debts and started working cases way too far over the shady line. So far over that Clayton didn’t even know who he worked for. He just had the information on the case. “I talked to a man in a bar. He found out what I did and he gave me a wad of cash,” according to Shane. For a month, he’d managed to track the dagger in the mail until he got hurt. What Clayton did know was once he recovered that dagger, it was going directly back to California to the owners. He didn’t give a shit who had hired Shane. When he had agreed to the case, the last place he expected to be led to was Melville’s Sweetheart , Lexie Olympia. He suspected she was innocent in the dagger business, but he didn’t know for sure. Sometimes rich people do things because they think they can pay their way out of trouble. Because of that, Clayton went out on a limb and broke in to go after the object for Shane. Whatever Clayton could do to get this case over with and get far away from it was his goal. He was still maintaining that thought, but now he was pulling in more help. “I want to call in Brad Livingston and Clark Russells when we get to the office.” “You’re calling investigators? What for?” “Because I have a meeting with Ms. Olympia first thing in the morning and I don’t want any more surprises.” He looked to Reid. The man was his only friend from Georgia who’d made the move to Mississippi when Clayton had opened his private investigation and bodyguarding business. “I’ve had enough surprises in the past.” Even if he had to spend the rest of the night digging up information on the woman, he would be better prepared before seeing her in a few hours.
Chapter Three
As police sirens grew louder Lexie’ breath shortened. She hoped Clayton Addison made it out of the house. If he got caught, she’d have a harder time finding the information she wanted. She’d also have to explain why she let him go when he was captured. Neither of those were appealing. She stared at the empty space on the floor where he’d been and glanced to the open safe. With the way he efficiently snuck in, she had no choice