Razor Edge: Razor Trilogy Three (Razor Thriller Romance Novella Book 3) Read Free

problem. Skanks like Charlotte Dawson were always circling and they
always would be if she didn’t send Daniel a clear message. She will retaliate. You’ve been warned.
    She slumped to the arm chair and gazed
dully out of the hotel window.
    A thought entered her mind, a thought she
never imagined she was capable of having. She thought of Joel dying and
disappearing permanently from Daniel’s life. That would be a relief. That would
be quite helpful.
    There was a knock at the door.
    She threw back her shoulders and flipped
her long, blonde hair off her face. Daniel had arrived at last to apologize. He was going to have to do some serious
grovelling . Anastasia settled her face into a look of sweet anguish and
opened the door.
    Carsten Pullman stood in the hall.
    He did not look happy.

 
    *

 
    DANIEL MUST have used his key to get into
the apartment. I was in the bathroom throwing up when he walked in on me.
    “What’s wrong with you?” he said in a voice
that didn’t give a damn.
    “I think I caught something. Flu bug. I’ll be all right in a few hours.” I bent over the
toilet bowl and heaved. Morning sickness was dragging into the afternoon. I
wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “What are you doing here?”
    “I live here. Where did you catch the flu?”
    “Well, I’m sure I don’t know, Mr. Razor. It
was probably at the police station. Hand rails and door knobs are covered in
germs. It was a wasted trip. Detective Lewis was unhelpful. He said as there
was no crime to investigate, they wouldn’t be sending a team to search the
mansion unless you specifically requested it.”
    He sat on the edge of the claw foot tub.
Joel’s bathroom was spacious like every room in Joel’s apartment. “Why did you
see Lewis when I told you I was going there this afternoon?”
    “Because I didn’t believe you would. And I
wanted him to have all the facts.”
    When it felt safe to leave the toilet, I
moved to the sink and ran the water until it was cold. I splashed water over my
face and rinsed my mouth. “I guess you must have got there before me because he
was distinctly unimpressed with my story of attempted murder. He said he’d
investigate if you corroborated my story.” I reached for the mouthwash. “So did
you?”
    “No.”
    If I didn’t have a mouth full of Listerine,
I would have screamed. Instead, I spat in the sink and wiped my mouth on a hand
towel. “Are you kidding me?”
    “Listen to me. We can’t have the police
involved. If they get a report of attempted murder, it’s out of our hands; they’ll
open an investigation. The trouble is we don’t know where Joel is or who has
him or how they’ll react. We know he’s in danger but you said it yourself—Lewis
hasn’t got a crime to investigate.”
    “But you showed him the journal! That must have changed his mind.”
    “I didn’t show him the journal. It was
forged. The handwriting was Joel’s but that comment he made about my being in
love with you—that wasn’t Joel. Joel didn’t track emotional changes in people.
If I didn’t say it, then he wouldn’t comment on it. I had to tell my brother
what I was feeling or Joel wouldn’t have a clue. Those were not his thoughts we
read in that last entry. Someone instructed Joel to write those words.”
    I understood what he was saying. In my
brain, I understood. In my heart, I was pretty crushed. Daniel wasn’t in love
with me. Not a surprise, Charlotte .
Joel didn’t write those words from his own knowledge. They weren’t written for
Joel—but for Daniel. Whoever was with Joel (the woman in blue?) wanted Daniel
to believe I was creating a problem between them. The logical step for Daniel
to take would be to send me back to Susan’s to diffuse the situation for his
brother. That made sense—but why?
    “Does Anastasia know about Tallulah?”
    Daniel raised an eyebrow. “How do you know about Tallulah?”
    “Some email correspondence came across my
desk when I was still working