to go home, Daniel took a quick glance at his watch. He needed to get out of there. Otherwise heâd be late to his function, even though he wasnât too thrilled about an evening of schmoozing. âWho is it, Lucy?â
âItâs Ryan Fortune, sir. He says itâs important.â
Daniel had hoped the call might be from Alisha Hart, even if it did pertain to business. He hadnât seen or heard from her in over a week aside from official correspondence, and heâd missed herâa lot. But if his cousin was calling at this time of day, it was bound to be important. He picked up the receiver and said, âHey, Ryan. Whatâs up?â
âPlenty.â
That one word, said with serious concern, worried Daniel. âAnything I can help you with?â
âYeah. First, are there any leads on Jason Jamisonâs whereabouts?â
âNothing substantial yet, but theyâll get him.â
âI hope they do. Real soon.â
Daniel knew the man well enough to know when he was holding back, like right now. âWhat else is bothering you, Ryan?â
âIâve been getting some threats.â
âThreats?â
âYeah. Some messages on my voice mail. Someone saying theyâre going to hurt someone I love.â
Daniel experienced a sick feeling in his gut. âHave you reported this to the police?â
âYeah. So far the calls have been untraceable. Iâm almost a hundred percent sure itâs Jason making the threats.â
âIâm going to make a few calls to the Red Rock Police Department and the sheriffâs department. Iâll make sure they send out extra patrols. You also need to up your private security. I could call Vincent and see if he can handle it.â
âDonât bother your brother. Heâs still on his honeymoon.â
True, Daniel thought, but Vincentâs extended trip with his new wife had a lot to do with protecting her. Natalie would be Danielâs star witness in the case against Jamison since sheâd witnessed him murder his presumed wife. Provided Jamison ever turned up again. âIâm sure he has someone handling things at his company in his absence.â
âDonât worry about it. Iâve got anotherâ¦â Ryan paused as if trying to gather his thoughts. âIâve got another security company here locally that can take care of it. I just wanted to let you know whatâs happening.â
âI appreciate it. And, Ryan, we will catch the bastard.â
âI hope I live to see that happen.â
âI donât think itâs going to take forty years.â
âLife is short, Danny. You never know when itâs all going to come to an end.â
Danielâs concern increased. Heâd never known his cousin to be anything but positive. âAre you sure youâre okay, Ryan?â
âYeah, Iâm okay. And I need to go. Lilyâs waiting dinner on me. Thanks for talking with me, Danny. I appreciate it more than you know.â
âAnytime, Ryan. Feel free to call to check in, and Iâll do the same.â
After shared goodbyes, Daniel grabbed his coat from the back of his chair and loosened his tie. The conversation left him with a sudden sense of foreboding. Something was definitely wrong with Ryan. He never stumbled over his words. Heâd always been sharp and succinct. Maybe it was just stress. God knew the man had had enough of that lately.
Unfortunately Daniel didnât have much time to worry about that now. After he made the necessary phone calls to the authorities, he needed to get home and grab some dinner and a shower in preparation for a social event heralding the upcoming opening of a family-crisis center, a place heâd supported both financially and emotionally. He knew all about families in crises. Despite that fact, if he had his way, heâd stay in tonight and look over the Massey case. Correction: if he
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