"How?" I asked. "You mean by suing them or something?"
His tone grew a shade darker. "Something like that."
At something in his voice, I stifled a shiver. I had a funny feeling that however he resolved it, the lawwouldn'tbe involved. Or maybe that was just my imagination talking.
Regardless, the whole thing was beyond unsettling. And now, for the sake of my own sanity, I had to say it. "Show me."
Chapter 40
Jack
Show her?
Not a good idea.This conversation had gone too far already.
It was becoming a habit, and not a good one. When it came to Becka, I said too much. I did too much. I thought too much.
Shit.Ilookedtoo much.
The truth was, I'd seen those photos more times than were decent, considering that I'd acquired them forherbenefit, not mine. The first time I'd looked, it had been for a good reason – to buy the images and make sure they didn't get out in public.
But looking a second time? Or a third?In private?It was something only a cad would do.
But it hadn't started out that way.
In the passenger's seat, she said, "I'm serious. I want to see them."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I want to know how bad they are."
"Don't worry. They're not."
"But that can't be true," she protested. "You wouldn't have bought them if they were just fine."
They were fine, all right –too fine for the public to see, even if Becka was too reckless for her own good.
But that was part of the appeal. I'd been buttoned up so tightly for so long that her exuberance was like a magnet to my soul – making me feel things I hadn't in a long while.
When I made no reply, she said, "I deserve to see them." In her seat, she turned to face me. "In fact, I want to buy them off you. I'll just pay what you paid."
She couldn’t afford it.And, I wasn't about to give them up – not because I'd looked one time too many, but because that would defeat the purpose of my storing them in the first place.
"You can't," I said.
"But why not?"
"I already told you. If they get out, I'll need to pay someone a visit."
"Honestly, you don't need to do that."
That's what she thought."Hell if I don't."
"But even if that happened," she said, "you wouldn't need the pictures, would you?"
She was missing the point. "I would if wanted to match the picture with the taker."
"You know what I think?"
