DONOVAN: A Standalone Romance (Gray Wolf Security)

by Glenna Sinclair

  “Because if you did that, I would tell the police about the methods your father uses to get information on and for his clients. You really don’t want daddy being investigated, do you, Adrienne?”

  “My father has never done anything illegal.”

  “Oh, no. He just skirts the law, jumping over the line only when he has to. Like when he ran a background check on that boy you were dating in high school. Not really illegal, but not all that ethical, either.”

  My cheeks burned as I watched her, aware of exactly who she was talking about.

  “How do you know about that?”

  “I know a lot more than you could ever imagine. You’re not the only one who knows how to use a computer to get the information you want.”

  “Like the emails you sent from Lucien’s computer to make it look like he was sending those threats to himself? Like the way you made it seem like Jacob was sending them?”

  She smiled. “That was pretty good, wasn’t it? Just enough to get Lucien all up in arms, but not enough to make him go to the cops. Exactly what I wanted.”

  “What were you trying to do? Did you really think he would turn on his brother?”

  “No. I knew he wouldn’t. But I hadn’t planned on you, either.”

  “What did you think he would do?”

  She shrugged. “I was hoping he would assume it was Tito.”

  “Tito? His computer programmer?”

  “He worked on the diabetes device with him. He knows how make it appear that emails came from one computer when they actually came from another. It would have made sense.”

  “But why Tito?”

  “Because Lucien knows Tito’s father has heart disease. He might have assumed Tito was after those drugs.”

  “But none of those drugs are close to FDA trials.”

  “A couple are. It would have made sense.”

  “And? What if he had assumed it was Tito?”

  “He would have gone after him, started monitoring his computer use within the company. He would have been distracted. And I could have slipped a name onto the Alzheimer’s trial list without anyone noticing.”

  “You could have done that anyway.”

  She shook her head. “Jacob and Lucien are very conscious of security. They go beyond what the FDA requires. When the list is submitted, they make sure there is only an electronic copy of the list, and that list is contained only on Jacob’s computer under so much encryption that a specialist probably couldn’t crack it. It would take time to figure it out. I was hoping that if they were checking into Tito, it would give me the opportunity I needed. But then you and your father got involved.” When she said that last, her voice changed, almost as if it left a bad taste in her mouth. “You traced the emails remotely, and that took away any opportunity I might have had.”

  “You still could have found a way.”

  She stared at me a minute, then turned her head. “Jacob removed the list from his computer. I don’t know where it is now.”

  “How do you—”

  She turned and started for the door. “You fucked everything up. If you hadn’t gotten involved, it would have been perfect. No one would have been the wiser. But you forced my hand.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “I’m going to get what I need. And then I’m getting rid of you.”

  “What does that mean?”

  But she was gone, the finality of the sound of a lock sliding into place making my heart sink. I had thought I had the upper hand. I’d thought knowing her identity would help me. But now I was beginning to think I was wrong.

  And it might be the last mistake I ever made.

  Chapter 27

  Lucien

  I walked into my house, Sergio somewhere behind me. I didn’t wait for him, but I didn’t close the door, either. I really didn’t want him here, but it seemed as though I had no choice. I needed Ruben’s help getting Adrienne back. Ruben had no reason to keep me in the loop, especially since he thought I was behind all this. But he also couldn’t cut me out if he believed the kidnapper was after something I had. It was catch-22, and we were both caught up in it.

  Jacob was in his bedroom, despite the fact that it was only five o’clock on a Tuesday afternoon. Thank God my brother didn’t have a life.

  “I need your help.”

  Jacob looked up from whatever it was he was doing on his computer.

  “Where have you been? You disappear last night, don’t bother to let anyone know where you are. Mom’s been calling all day, talking about some dinner you slipped out of last night.”

  “Adrienne’s gone.”

  Jacob’s eyes widened slightly, but that was his only reaction. He didn’t seem upset.

  “Well, it was just some sort of game, wasn’t it?”

  “What?”

  “Your relationship. Wasn’t she just pretending to be your girlfriend so she could find out who was behind those emails?”

  “What?” I cocked my head slightly, trying to follow my brother’s line of thought. “Someone kidnapped her, Jacob.”

  That got the reaction I had been looking for. He stood up, knocking his office chair back a few feet.

  “What the hell are you talking about?”

  “We were in San Antonio. I stepped out of the room, and she just disappeared.”

  “No,” Jacob said, shaking his head as he began to pace the room.

  Sergio brushed past me and walked into the room, walking around it like he belonged there. I knew he was looking for any signs of trouble, but it was hard to tell if he was on our side or not by the way he moved. When Jacob caught sight of him, he jumped sideways like a cat startled by an intrusion.

  “What is this?”

  “Sergio. He works for Ruben Garcia.”

  “Ruben Garcia.”

  “Adrienne’s dad.”

  “Yeah, I know.” I was a little surprised, but Jacob simply shrugged. “I checked into her after you told me about her the other day. I probably know more about her than you do.”

  I wanted to argue, but, somehow, I had the impression he was probably right. Adrienne wasn’t the easiest person to know. But I preferred to learn about her at her pace than to go behind her back and investigate her the way I was sure Jacob had done.

  “Why would someone kidnap her?”

  I shrugged. “I’m assuming it has something to do with the company. Whoever’s been sending those emails clearly did it for a reason. Maybe they think they can get what they want by blackmailing me.”

  “Have they made demands?”

  “Not yet. But I got these texts on Adrienne’s phone.”

  I pulled the texts up and handed the phone to Jacob. He glanced at them, not even giving them much of a look, then handed the phone back.

  “Why did they text her phone and not yours?”

  I hadn’t thought about that. My thoughts had been all about Adrienne on the drive back down here.

  “I don’t know,” I said as the thought slowly crossed my mind. Sergio stepped out of Jacob’s bedroom, drawing a dark look from Jacob as he stood against the connecting room between the sitting room and the bedroom itself.

  “Could it be that it’s because it’s someone you know? Someone whose number might show up on your caller ID?”

  “Do you think so?”

  “Can’t your boss trace a number?” Jacob asked Sergio.

  Sergio just shrugged.

  I pulled up the text messages again. There was no number, suggesting it was blocked. But I did see for the first time that the two I’d received the night before weren’t the only two from this number. There were several more from the night before.

  I know who you are. I can find you whenever I wish, the first one read. It was marked 8:09 pm, which meant Adrienne received it while we were at dinner.

  And then she responded.

  Who is this?

  You’ll find out soon enough if you don’t back down.

  “She knew last night.”
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  “What?”

  We were having dinner with my parents last night. It was a quiet dinner, just Adrienne and me, my parents, and friends of my mother’s. We were nearly finished when Adrienne asked me to take her home. I was unhappy being there in the first place because my mother had played the guilt card to get me there. She only wanted me to talk to her friend about the Alzheimer’s drug because his wife suffered from the disease. But we could offer no help to them. Her disease was far too advanced to benefit from the drug when it was released years into the future. It was a fool’s errand. I was only more than happy to have an excuse to leave.

  I should have known Adrienne wouldn’t have asked me to leave lightly. I should have known she had a reason. Why hadn’t I noticed these texts sooner?

  “Shit!”

  “What?” Jacob asked again, snatching the phone from me. He read the text, then looked at me, his eyes narrowed with concern. “I’m guessing she didn’t tell you about these?”

  “She wanted to leave the party early. I didn’t know why.”

  “You didn’t ask.”

  “I thought she was just tired.”

  “Adrienne doesn’t strike me as the kind of person who gets tired easily.”

  Sergio snorted. I glanced at him, but I really wasn’t interested in what he had to say. I wasn’t interested in what anyone who thought they knew her better had to say right now.

  “Who sent those texts to her?”

  Jacob shook his head. “I have no idea. The number was blocked.”

  “But we need to find out. If we knew who sent them, we’d know who has her.”

  “Obviously. But I’m sure it was a burner phone.”

  “Then why not send the demands to my phone?”

  Jacob shook his head. “I don’t know.” He went back to his desk and sat down, the phone still in his hands. “Why would someone take Adrienne?”

  “To get to me.”

  “But why?”

  “To get to you.”

  Jacob shook his head again. “Why not take you or Rachel or Lynn? Wouldn’t that be simpler? You and Adrienne hardly know each other. Someone on the outside wouldn’t even know about her.”

  “Then it’s not someone on the outside.”

  Jacob didn’t answer me. He continued to stare at that phone as though it would suddenly have all the answers he wanted.

  “None of it makes sense,” he said slowly. “If this person wanted to get a loved one onto one of the FDA trials, they could have gone about it so many different ways.”

  “Has anyone within your company asked to have a family member added to the trials recently?” Sergio asked. It was the first time he’d spoken since we left San Antonio.

  “No,” I said.

  But Jacob looked up, his expression thoughtful as he studied Sergio.

  “Two.”

  “Two? Who?”

  “Tito asked about the trial for the cholesterol pill we went public with last month. The trials are just about done on that one. We’ll be going to market soon.”

  “But it’ll be public, so what’s the big deal?”

  Jacob dismissed the thought with a flick of his hand. “I gave him a bottle of it. Told him to run it past his father’s doctor before he gave it to him.”

  “Who was the other?”

  Jacob was quiet a long minute. Then he turned around and started typing furiously on his computer keyboard. Sergio got a call at the same moment.

  “Boss is at your office,” he said to me. “He thinks he might have found something.”

  “What?”

  Sergio just shrugged.

  “Go,” Jacob said. “I’ll be right behind you.”

  Chapter 28

  Adrienne

  Time passed incredibly slowly. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend I wasn’t tied to a chair. I thought about Lucien. I thought about the moment I first saw him, watching me across that crowded bar. My dad had shown me a picture of him, but it didn’t do justice to the man in reality. He was so tall I almost had to stand back and lean so that I could see him properly. His shoulders were impossibly broad. And that charming smile he had was enough to make my heart melt just at the sight. I’d never known a man quite like him before. And no man like him had ever taken notice of me before. If not for the little scheme my father had cooked up—me pretending to be his girlfriend so I could get close to the people he worked with and figure out which one was selling business secrets—we probably wouldn’t have looked twice at each other.

  But he came over, whispered in my ear and dragged me over to the table he’d been sharing with Jacob. And the story he told, dragging it out like it was a real drama. I’d fallen, kit and kaboodle, before the first kiss.

  All I could think about was how badly I wanted to see him again.

  I’d been in worse situations than this. I’d served in Afghanistan. I’d walked patrols where children carried hand grenades and tried to blow us up even as we handed out candy bars. I’d seen friends lose limbs, held a twenty-two-year-old father in my arms as he bled out. I’d seen worse.

  But I had some measure of control in those situations. I had no control in this one.

  The cable ties were cutting into my skin. I could feel the chafing. They’d be bleeding soon. And maybe then the blood would lubricate the way, allow me to pull my hands free. But my ankles… That was going to be more difficult.

  I wish I’d had pants on when she walked into the room. I had a little pocket knife I always carried in the pocket of my jeans. Maybe, if she hadn’t discovered it, I could cut the cable ties with that. But I wasn’t planning on going anywhere in that moment. I’d expected Lucien to come back and pull me into bed again. The man was insatiable… A slow smile touched my lips at the memory of just how insatiable he was.

  I’d been with other men. But none of them had ever been like Lucien.

  What was it about him that had gotten under my skin so quickly? What was it that made me want him as desperately as I did? What made me allow him to touch me when I knew it was all an act on his part? What had made me need to prove to him that I believed he was as much a man as any I’d served with in Afghanistan?

  He’d asked me that night. He was diabetic and had a low blood sugar that made him shaky, that left him struggling. And he asked me:

  “Does it make me weak in your eyes?”

  “What?” I was startled. I didn’t know what to say.

  “Does it make me weak? Less of a man?”

  “I… No, it doesn’t. But you should have told me.”

  “Why? Some women think it’s a weakness. An infirmity. Like I’m not really a man because I have a chronic illness that can knock me flat on my ass at any moment. Do you think that?”

  I didn’t know what to say. I thought about a man I’d served with who lost his leg and refused to allow his wife to see him. I told him the loss of his leg didn’t make him less of a man. And I told Lucien basically the same thing.

  “If you think this makes you less of a man, then your definition of masculinity and mine are two very different things.”

  And that’s when everything changed between us.

  Lucien had always been seen as weak in the eyes of the women in his life. And I’d always been seen as too tough in the eyes of the men in my life. Together we finally found an equal, someone who understood. We were a perfect match.

  If only we could find each other again. If only he could find me before this ended the way I was afraid it would.

  I had no control. I was pretty sure my kidnapper was quickly losing control, too. And that was not good.

  Someone had to be in control.

  Chapter 29

  Lucien

  The building was quiet. It was well after five now, and most of the employees were gone for the day. The labs would still be humming, but those were in the basement. Sergio and I made our way up to the executive floor, where my office was. Ruben was there with a couple more goons, staring as a tall, thin man worked at my c
omputer.

  “What’s going on?”

  Ruben didn’t even look up.

  Sergio went to one of the other men and bumped fists. They whispered to each other for a moment, but Sergio didn’t seem to be in much of a hurry to tell me what was going on. He stepped back and stood in the doorway with his arms behind his back.

  “What’s going on?” I repeated.

  “If you’d give us a second,” Ruben finally said, “you might actually find out.”

  I glanced at the couch, thinking about the first time Adrienne had been up here. I’d explained to her how the company worked and who might be behind the leak. I remembered her watching me as I explained it all, the way she crossed her legs, the way she scratched at her brow. I remembered thinking I’d like to be doing something other than talking about business with a woman who looked like that. I also remembered how awkward she’d been with the clothes that were clearly new and the little purse that kept grabbing onto her cellphone, making it impossible for her to pull it out with anything like sophistication. I’d nearly laughed that first time when it caught on the lining of the purse.

  I’d never make it as a woman. And Adrienne… She was so beautiful, she didn’t need all those trappings to make her femininity obvious.

  I wished she was here now. I wished she was sitting on that couch, watching all this hub bub with the same look of amusement in her eyes she’d had that day.

  Where the hell was she?

  “There!”

  The man behind the computer suddenly looked up and pointed across the room. Ruben quickly crossed to a bookshelf that sat just off of the door, running his fingers over books and along keepsakes I had set there. He found what he wanted about halfway down, tucked into a corner.

  “What is that?”

  Ruben turned and held up a tiny tube-like object for me to see.

  “A camera. Adrienne set up a camera in here.”

  “A camera? Why?”

  “To catch whoever was sending those emails from your computer,” the man at my desk said. He studied me a minute, then slowly stood and awkwardly came over to me, sticking his hand out. “I’m Robert, by the way. I don’t know if Adrienne ever mentioned me, but I’m Ruben’s tech guy.”