That was all he had to say?
All of this really was about delivering a message from her father? So why hurt her? Why drag her out of her car?
“For fuck’s sake,” Reeves said. “Why didn’t he call her, then?”
“She’s not answering his calls,” Vince said. “And it’s important.”
Right.
So important that he couldn’t, say, come and find her? At her work? Come to her home?
Sure, she hadn’t been answering his calls. But that was because he mostly called her to berate her. And she didn’t need to listen to all the ways that she’d disappointed him for the 644th time. There was only so much of that a girl could take.
And she seemed to have reached her limit.
Which is why she’d dodged his calls for the last few days. However, if she’d known that he was going to send Vince after her . . . she’d probably have answered them.
Probably.
This was so typical of her father. He loved to use dynamite when a match would work.
“He couldn’t have tracked her down himself?” Reeves asked. Probably unwisely.
Her father didn’t like being questioned. And Vince would scuttle back like the cockroach he was to report everything to him.
Actually, that was a bit mean to cockroaches.
“He’s too busy to worry about something that’s so beneath him.” Vince glared at her.
“But he sent you to deliver the message?” Reeves drawled. “Obviously he doesn’t think much of you if you’re just his message boy.”
“That isn’t true!” Vince said, growing red in the face.
Reeves took a step toward Vince, his arms crossed over his chest. Hmm. She hadn’t noticed before, but Reeves was pretty built and he was several inches taller than Vince.
He could take him. If Vince played fair.
She knew firsthand that he didn’t.
“This isn’t delivering a message,” Reeves told him. “This is an abuse of power. Not to mention the publicity nightmare this could be if that woman posts that video online.”
Vince stared around as though he thought the old lady would suddenly reappear. “I’ll find her. Get her to delete it.”
“Yeah? How you gonna find her?” Reeves asked.
“Can’t be that hard. I’ll door knock.”
God. Vince was such an idiot.
“Right. And then what? Ask her for her phone? What if she won’t give it to you?”
“Simple. I'll take it.”
“For fuck’s sake,” Reeves muttered. “Do you really think that’s a good idea? Think about that for a moment.”
“What? Why?” Vince asked.
“You need a warrant for that, dumb ass,” she muttered.
