I froze. “You should have led with that, Castro. I want to see it.”
Caden nodded and pulled out a tablet. “The guy was good. He hacked the system and shut off the cameras on the penthouse floor. But the system’s old and needs an upgrade, so a talented teenager could breach it. I’m working to plug the gaps until the new system gets installed. Luckily, I had one camera set up that’s mine and he missed it.”
I was not surprised Caden had set up a bunch of his own cameras around the property. The guy didn’t trust anyone.
He slid the tablet across my desk.
I watched the video feed of a man entering the penthouse. I growled. “He’s wearing a hoodie. He doesn’t look up.”
The man was being very careful. And it was definitely a man. He’d entered after room service had dropped off the dinner I’d ordered. I thought back. I’d been on a fucking call and hadn’t even noticed him.
Then he’d slipped out again. Not once did he give us a good look at his face.
“I know we don’t have a clear view, but it narrows down the suspect pool,” Caden said. “He’s about five foot ten, slim build, male. It gives us more than we had.”
“Tessa almostdied.” Again, I relived those moments carrying her limp body, holding her in the car, not knowing if she’d make it.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
I knew Caden would take this hard. I sliced a hand through the air. “It’s not your fault.”
“I’m the head of security.”
Piper made a noise. “You aren’t Batman, Caden. You aren’t responsible for everything.”
There was a ding from my laptop and I quickly touched the screen. I saw an email from Tristan and scanned it. “Dammit.”
Caden cocked a brow.
Piper pulled a face. “That doesn’t sound good.”
“The Maldives deal is turning into a major headache. The primaries want to meet face-to-face with me. He’s bringing them to Denver.” It was bad timing. I didn’t want to leave Tessa or the hotel with everything going on.
“I’ll look after her,” Caden said.
I knew he would, but I didn’t want her out of my sight.
“Tessa is an adult,” a tart voice said. “She can look after herself.”
My head jerked up. Tessa stood in the doorway in slim navy pants, gray sweater, and flat shoes.
I scowled. “What are you doing here? You’re meant to be resting.”
She strode across my office and circled the desk.
“I rested. I feel fine. I’m tired of lying around.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “You’re supposed to be at home in bed.”
“Don’t worry, the bodyguard you sicced onto me escorted me to the hotel.” She wrapped her arms around me.
I did have to admit that she looked good. Her color was back to normal and her eyes were bright.
“People are worried about me. I wanted to reassure everyone.”
Pure Tessa. Thinking of others.
“Glad you’re feeling better, Tessa,” Piper said.
