“Savvy is scared and needs protection. Trust me on that.”
I push off the counter. “Okay, but how can I protect her if I don’t know where the danger is coming from?”
Maria goes quiet again.
I check the phone, and we are still connected. “Maria?”
“Okay, but this is all I’ll tell you. You need to get the rest from her. She’s scared of her boss.”
“What’s his name?”
“Bob Kuffel. Oh, I have to go.”
She ends the call.
Why would Savvy lie and tell me it’s the client she’s worried about when it’s her boss? At least I have a name. A quick search tells me he’s on the board of directors of a large property management company. But there isn’t much more out there.
Maybe Trip can help. Trip is our tech guy, whom we go to anytime we need a search run for anything. I send him the name and what I found. It will be a low priority for him. Last I heard, Stormy had him busy with some big casein Seattle that the guys are working on. But hopefully, he will have a moment to check.
At nine thirty on the dot, there is a knock at my door. I open it, and Savvy is standing there wearing another one of those sexy dresses. Her dark hair is pulled up into a bun of some kind, and she’s wearing heels.
“You look nice,” I say and then grimace. It slipped out.
Her brow shoots up. “Did you just say something nice? Wow, progress.”
I grab my phone and wallet and step out onto the porch. “I’m not the one who’s rude.”
“I apologized for that.”
“Did you?” I ask.
Her hands go to her hips. “Did you not hear what I said on the lake?”
“I did. But then I heard you ask for a favor immediately after. I’m not sure the apology was real.”
“Wow. I wouldn’t expect you to have such thin skin,” she says, then quickly turns away.
This really isn’t the time to get into it, so I drop it for now.
I follow her to the car. She’s practically stomping, and I swear, steam might come out of her ears at any moment. She wouldn’t have me here unless she really felt it was necessary. I need to find out why she’s scared of her boss and what that has to do with this building.
CHAPTER 4
Savvy
I glance over at the hulk of a man in my car. Maria’s brother is nothing like her. She is sweet and understanding. He’s bullish and arrogant. And he looks absolutely ridiculous scrunched up in the front seat of my Prius.
“I think the seat goes back a little farther,” I offer.
“It doesn’t. I tried,” he says.
“Well, it isn’t too long of a drive.”
He shifts his body. “I’m fine.”
I stifle a laugh. The man does not look like he’s fine. But he’s too stubborn to admit it.
Once we leave the lake development, he glances over.
