Her nod confirmed it. “You’re right. I did. But I can’t believe it. Calvin’s like a father to everyone there. Many of the people have been here since my father was still alive.”
“Think, Olivia.” Sal kept his voice quiet but let a thread of steel run through it. “Someone had to know Chantry’s schedule. Where and when they could snatch him. That means someone on the inside. Someone he trusted.” Sal paused. “Someone you trust.”
She pressed her fingertips to her eyes. “I can’t believe it. We’re family. We go to birthday parties for each other’s children. We have a Christmas gift exchange and a Fourth of July barbecue.”
Sal sighed. Time for a different tack. “You read the scriptures, right?”
Olivia nodded. “Every night.”
“Then you know that they’re full of stories of brothers killing brothers. Sons killing fathers. Cain and Abel come to mind.”
“That’s different.” There was enough starch in her voice to iron a dozen shirts.
“Is it? Or is it only that you know the people at the office and like them?”
“Okay,” she said, resentment filling her voice. “You win. Someone at the office may have had something to do with Calvin’s kidnapping. How do we find out who it is?” And some of the starch evaporated.
“We’re going to do a little digging. Ask a few questions. See if we make anyone nervous.”
“How’re we going to explain what you’re doing there?”
“We stick to the truth as much as possible and tell everyone I’m here to make security upgrades.”
“I guess that works.”
“We’ll make it work. This is our best chance.” He took her hands, squeezed them gently before releasing them. “I can’t promise that we’ll get your boss back. But I can promise to do everything I can to make it happen.”
She squared her shoulders. “If spying on my coworkers is what it takes to bring Calvin home safely, then that’s what we’ll do. It doesn’t mean I have to like it.” The starch was back.
“I didn’t think you would.”
Olivia introduced Sal as a security expert.
“Bryan Hewston, Salvatore Santonni,” she said to a colleague. “Bryan’s one of the best litigators in the firm.”
Bryan preened a bit. Olivia hadn’t exaggerated. Bryan was a top-notch litigator in the boardroom and the courtroom, but he relied too much on his charm without putting in the necessary work to back up his arguments.
It occasionally made for hard feelings, especially when she had been chosen as lead counsel on the pharmaceutical case over him. She knew he’d wanted the case, primarily for the publicity it would bring along with his part of the settlement, not because he believed in it.
She did. That was why she’d fought for it.
Bryan had been noticeably cool ever since Calvin had assigned the case to her. She’d shrugged it off. There would always be some in-fighting in a law office. She didn’t have to like it to accept the reality of it.
Sal stuck out his hand and, after a brief hesitation, the other man took it. “Glad to meet you.”
“Same here,” Bryan said with his million-watt smile. The man had charisma by the boatload and knew how to use it. He was great with clients but, in her opinion at least, lacked the discipline to carry through with a case. “Look, Olivia, if this case is too much for you to handle on your own, I can pitch in.”
“No,” she said quickly. “I’m fine.”
He darted a doubtful look her way. She didn’t blame him. A glance in the mirror that morning had confirmed what she already knew. Her naturally fair skin was now paper-white, her features pinched, her eyes like sunken sockets.
“You look a little peaked.”
“Long nights,” she said lightly.
She hoped the worry and fear didn’t show in her voice. She wasn’t adept at lying. Not that it was a skill she wanted to develop, but she occasionally wished that her face didn’t broadcast her every feeling.
“Let me know if you decide you need help,” he said and walked away.
Olivia bit back a sigh that hovered on her lips. It wasn’t the first time he’d insinuated that the workload was too much for her. It probably wouldn’t be the last.
Vicky Newman, another associate and full-time flirt, sashayed over. It didn’t take her long, Olivia thought a bit waspishly, to zero in on Sal. She made the introductions, noting that Vicky made certain that Sal knew she was single within minutes of meeting him.
Though Olivia had nothing against the other woman, Vicky had been noticeably cool to Olivia ever since she had briefly dated a man Vicky was attracted to. In addition, Vicky, like Bryan, had resented that Olivia had been given the case against the drug company.
Olivia continued the casual introductions until Sal had met everyone, including the mail room delivery man.
“Seems like a decent bunch of people,” he said when they ended up in her office.
“That’s what I told you.” She tried to keep the impatience from her voice, but some of it leaked through. “No one here would hurt Calvin. Or me. It just isn’t possible.” She had to believe that. If not, much of what she held dear was false.
“I’m sorry this hurts you. But we have to look at every possibility.”
“Due diligence and all that. And I’m the one who’s sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I did earlier. I lashed out at you when you were only trying to help. It’s just that Calvin is special. If something happens to him...” Tears stung her eyes, trickled down her cheeks. She swiped at them. “Sorry. Crying isn’t my style.”
“I know.” With that, Sal drew her to him in a one-sided hug. His touch was gentle, but there was a quiet strength to it, reminding her that he was a man a woman could lean on. With that, she pulled away. She wasn’t some helpless woman needing a man. She’d always stood on her own feet and intended on keeping it that way.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes.” No.
“You don’t have to be strong all the time,” Sal said. “Not with me.”
He was wrong. She had always had to be strong. Especially around him.
* * *
Sal started with Hewston. He’d picked up on the lawyer’s barely disguised antagonism toward Olivia.
Hewston was of average height and weight with features that in another era would have been called patrician. He had a tanned and toned look that spelled expensive athletic clubs and time on the links.
His suit bore the quiet elegance of hand tailoring and his shoes appeared to be Italian. Sal didn’t care about fancy clothes or shoes, but he’d learned enough about them while working for S&J Security/Protection to recognize the real thing.
But it wasn’t Hewston’s bespoke clothes or Bruno Maglis that interested Sal. It was the man’s nervous energy that all but vibrated in the air, making Sal suspect the lawyer had something to hide.
The man studied Sal with frankly curious eyes. “So how do you know our Livvie?”
Sal raised a brow. He knew Olivia didn’t share