Free Unjustly Destroyed (Incapable Part Two) by Marie Skye Page A

those marks come from? Could she have just not gone in?  
    Benny spoke up. “What’s going on, Grayson?”
    I took several deep breaths, trying to control my rage. “Dr. Klein says he hasn’t seen her since the last time I was with her. Get Jack here now. I need to know if he’s found anything.” Benny nodded, taking out his phone. I was just about to dismiss Heather and Hawkins when I stopped. “Wait, you said she went to the park during lunch?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “By herself?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    I nodded.
    I took out my phone, dialing Tyler’s number. After three rings, he finally picked up. 
    “You have impeccable timing, Mandrake.” I rolled my eyes.
    “Did you see Emmalin the day she got back to work, when we returned from Florida?”
    “Yeah.”
    He didn’t say anything after that. “And?”
    “And what?”
    This is where I had to remind myself that I couldn’t strangle the fucker. “And what happened?”
    “Nothing, I was seeing how she was doing after being attacked. Asked her to lunch, she said she was having lunch with you, and that was that.”
    “Around what time was that?”
    “Fuck, Grayson, I barely remember what I wore the day before.” He paused. “I guess about noon. Why?”
    I sighed. “I’ll call you back later.” I hung up before he could finish talking. I sat at my desk staring at the clock, listening to the ticking noise it made. All I wanted to do was take that fucking clock and throw it out the damn window.
    “Did anyone approach her at the park?” Hawkins pulled out the pictures that were taken. Emmalin on the bench. Emmalin at the fountain. Emmalin talking to…Dale. The fuck? I looked up at Hawkins. “This guy here. He approached her?”
    Heather stepped forward.
    “He looked to be talking to her as she stood near the fountain. She started to look uncomfortable, and I approached as he started to stand closer. She appeared to be under stress as she kept backing away. I found it my duty to intervene at that point.”
    I could feel the blood boiling in my veins. Tick. Tick. Tick. I finally looked up at the sound of someone clearing their throat. Jack. 
    “Do you have anything for me?” He sighed, taking the chair in front of me. “I wish I did, Grayson. So far we haven’t gotten anything.” I looked back at the clock. 
    “She knows something. I know she does.”
    Jack leaned back in his chair. “Do you want me to talk to her? I have ways of making people talk. You know that.” 
    “And I’ll fucking kill you.” I reached for the pictures from the park. “Add these to your collection. Maybe you can find something.” He stood up and headed for the door. After he left, I downed a bourbon or four. Enough to get my mind buzzing. Emmalin was still sleep as I got into bed and pulled her close to me. Yet she’s never seemed so far from me. 
     
    I changed and got to work. I knew she had a morning meeting, so I wanted to be the first person she saw when she walked into her office. I sat at her desk, making myself comfortable, and thought about last night. She begged. She cried, and I still denied her.
    My movements caused her computer screen to go out of sleep mode. I watched as it came into view. I wasn't snooping, but I sure as hell was curious as to what I was looking at.
    She had the documents pulled up for her trust fund, and a request for transfer. What the fuck? She never wanted that money. She said it was blood money. Now, all of a sudden she's showing interest in it? I clicked through the paperwork. The only thing missing was her signature. I checked the date on the email. It was sent over a week ago, and if I know Emmalin, she's been hesitating over that signature line. I heard her footsteps and minimized the screen. She walked in, and her eyes grew wide upon seeing me; her feet faltered.
    She took a deep breath. "I wasn't expecting you."
    I nodded. "I know." I watched as she slowly closed the door behind her, and set the folders down on the desk.