Free Naked Risk (Shatterproof #3) by Jordan Burke

said. “I’ ll be fine.” I rested my head against his and thought about all that was happening. “Who would do something like that to me?” I asked, my mind going mostly with the theory that it was a random act.
    “Someone you know.” Watts’s cold, matter-of-fact answer stunned me. I don’t know why that hadn’t crossed my mind. “I don’t really know anyone, though. You know that.”
    “Tell me,” he said. “I need to know any men you know, any men you’ve been involved with—”
    “None.” I cut him off. “You know how I live.”
    He shook his head. I wasn’t sure if it was a sign of him not believing me, or him thinking that I wasn’t understanding him.
    “What?” I said.
    He sat straight up, putting his hands on my sides and holding me steady. He turned me just enough so that our eyes met and he stared intently at me as he spoke.
    “Tell me some men you know. Some guys who’ve asked you out, or show n any kind of interest in you at all.”
    I hated to think of it, but the first name that came to mind was Tony Alvedo, the security guard at work. He’d always been nosy and more than a little creepy.
    “Maybe this security guard from work,” I said, tentatively.
    Watts picked up on my tone immediately. “You don’t sound so sure.”
    I shook my head. “I’m not.”
    “Think,” he said. “Guys from the dating site?”
    My stomach churned. I had never told Watts about the one guy I had met for coffee. The lawyer. I had to tell him, so I did.
    His reaction didn’t surprise me. His brow furrowed, his nostrils flared, his lips pressed together.
    “I never told you. I’m sorry.”
    He shook his head. “It’s fine. Do you have the guy’s phone number?”
    “No, I never had it. We set up the…meeting using the messages on the site.”
    Watts asked me more questions about Tony—if I had any reason to believe that he knew where I lived, if he had access to any personnel files that I knew of, any way he could possibly know.
    “Only if he followed me,” I said.
    “The guy from the site,” Watts said, switching course. “What was his name?”
    “Jim…I can’t remember his last name.”
    Watts was quiet for a moment. His eyes drifted over to the wall where he stared blankly at it for several seconds. “Did he mention where he worked? Which law firm? Government or private, anything like that?”
    I had to think back to it, but I couldn’t recall him saying anything about it. I knew I hadn’t asked, because I had barely contributed to the conversation. “ No, and actually he didn’t talk about his work at all.”
    “Not at all?” Watts asked.
    I shook my head. “No. I would have remembered that.”
    “Did you keep the old messages between the two of you?”
    “I never deleted them, if that’s what you mean.”
    He looked back at me. “I need your login name and password.”
    I gave it to him and he went to his laptop, logged in and scrolled through my messages.
    I looked over his shoulder. “Not much in there,” I said. “Mostly us.” He nodded, then stopped scrolling when I said, “That’s the one.”
    Watts grabbed the little hotel courtesy pad and pen, and jotted down the lawyer’s user name. He closed the laptop and stood. He said he was going to step out into the hall for a few minutes. I asked what he was doing but he wouldn’t say.
     

 
     
    Chapter Fourteen – Watts
     
     
    I hadn’t heard a single noise coming from Spencer’s room. He was probably getting some much needed rest.
    I dialed Justin, my computer hacker associate.
    He picked up: “Mr. Murphy, what brings you to the ultimate helpdesk of—”
    “I need some information ,” I said, cutting him off. “This is personal.”
    “Whoa, dude, I think you still owe me for the last personal search I did for you. The one on Ms. Catherine …what’s her name again?”
    I walked down the hallway, keeping my voice down. “You’ll get your money. In fact, consider it doubled.”
    “Hit me with it.