Lawtons finances and net worth were a big surprise.
She unzipped her makeup bag and started adding shadow and eyeliner to go from office to gala-ready. Is he destitute or filthy rich?
The latter, Bill said. If your definition includes newly minted billionaires, he added in a low murmur.
Becca bobbled her mascara tube and it fell to the floor. What? Scrambling, she fished it out from under the counter with her toe as she kept talking. Why did you hold on to that detail? Is private security that lucrative? Are the others rich too?
I didnt lead with that tidbit because I hadnt finished my due diligence. Security might be that lucrative. His client list is privileged.
She snorted. Not legally.
Possibly legally. At any rate, Im still trying to find out where and when he made his fortune.
Selling or hoarding Iraqi gold would certainly boost anyones bottom line, though a net worth of billions seemed unlikely when the gold had been split between six thieves. Or so the source said. Huh. Maybe the source wasnt the victim as theyd inferred from the tip. Maybe their source was bitter about being cut out or shorted of his part of the fortune. Send me what you have on Lawton right now and Ill help you sort it out.
Your date wont appreciate you canceling at the last minute, he said.
Im not canceling, she promised.
Oh? Bill chuckled. Even better. Hell love watching you google another man between bites of hors doeuvres.
She laughed with him. Better that than letting him know how close to the mark his teasing struck. A personal life is essential to true happiness, she said. Shed written the reminder on a sticky note and kept it on her mirror where she could see it every morning. Send it. Ill sort it out after my date. We can go over everything in the morning.
Fine. Ill give Mr. Former CO another fifteen minutes and then Im bailing. Id rather give the Lawton tree another shake anyway. Maybe money will fall on my head.
If he tries to bribe you, youd better share.
Bill laughed again. Not a chance, he said, and ended the call.
Bill was as effective and persistent as a bloodhound when he caught the scent of a story. Producing for him had taught her a great deal about how to piece together clues, unravel a background and identify the essential nature of what wasnt said in an interview. She liked to believe hed benefitted from working with her as well. She enjoyed making sure her reporters came across with compassion as well as reliable authority for the audience. Unlike many of their competitors, they never broadcast a story until they knew they had the facts, and she used her specific skills to create a show that kept viewers coming back week after week.
They were definitely onto something with this gold theft story. She added highlighter strategically around her eyes and swept a shimmery powder just above her neckline while her mind sifted through the public records and recent articles on Lawton and his business.
Theyd started the research file with the obvious and easily accessible details on each of the names listed by the source. Last known addresses, employers, positive or negative publicity, etc. Returning to civilian life as a security expert wasnt a big stretch for Lawton, whod served in the army for twelve years. A stash of stolen gold in his pocket would have made it easier to set up shop in the Bay Area, to be sure.
She poked through her makeup bag, seeking the perfect lipstick for the evening. Finding a tube of her favorite soft peach color, she slowly dragged it over her lips. Her mind drifted to Parker Lawtons publicity shot. His thick brown hair had plenty of waves, despite the short cut. The photographer had captured a savvy glint in those serious dark brown eyes. Considering his chiseled jawline, she figured if the man hadnt stolen any gold, hed definitely stolen more than one heart along the way in his thirty-two years.
Her front door buzzer sounded and she capped the tube of lipstick, dropping it into her evening clutch. Time to make another attempt at refining the rather abstract concept of her personal life. Whether or not the evening went well, it was a plus to have a hot date to an A-list party. Shed even convinced herself she wasnt offended that her date had probably only asked her out in hopes that hed get an inside track to her well-known father.
She opened the door without looking through the peephole and found herself face-to-face with the man shed been daydreaming aboutParker Lawton, accused thief. For a moment she gawked at him. She decided the photographer had been a hack to only catch the glint in his eyes. The mans allure drew her in despite his casual khaki work pants, faded blue zippered sweatshirt and black ivy cap. In her heels, she was nearly eye level with him, and the intensity in his dark chocolate gaze muddled her thoughts.
Pardon me
She pushed the door closed on his greeting and he stopped her, wedging his booted foot into the space. Youre not welcome here. She gritted her teeth and put all her weight into the effort of squishing his foot.
Steel-toed, he said calmly. Cant even feel it. I just want to talk.
Not tonight. Ill call you tomorrow.
Pardon my skepticism. You havent returned any of my calls or emails. Can I have five minutes?
No. She shoved at the door again. Im on my way out.
With this guy?
He stuck a cell phone through the space and showed her a picture of her date at the elevator downstairs.
What did you do?
Bought myself five minutes.
The stunt only confirmed that he was willing to fight dirty. You have no right to be here. She leaned into the door again, despite the lack of progress. How did you find me? She had an unlisted number and the apartment was rented under the networks corporate account.
Its what I do, he replied. Look, Ive heard someone is trying to cause trouble for me and some friends. Can you just confirm if youre working up a story on me and the men I served with in Iraq?
Working up a story? Her temper caught like a match to paper. They dealt with facts, not fiction. Im a producer, not a reporter, she replied with the last thread of professionalism.
Not buying the obtuse routine, red.
Red, ha. As if he was the first to try and get away with that nickname. She was far more than the hair and freckles, and many a man had learned that the hard way. Ill be smarter tomorrow. At the office, she added, clipping each syllable.
He leaned into the door, making it clear he could force his way in at any moment. Tell me who told you to look into my team.
Never, she vowed. Thats Journalism 101, Mr. Lawton. I will not reveal a source.
Youre a producer, not a reporter.
Still applies.
The elevator at the end of the hall chimed an arrival on her floor. Guess your times up, Mr. Lawton.
His boot was gone and without it the door snapped shut before she finished the sentence. She opened it again to find the hallway empty except for her date, striding forward with an eager smile.
Clutching her evening bag, Becca did her best to match his pleasant expression while she willed the heat of temper to fade from her cheeks. Her date chattered aimlessly as she locked her door and they walked down the hall. She slid her hand into his at the elevator, knowing Lawton had to be close. Telling herself it wasnt misplaced paranoia didnt change the sensation that the man was watching her. He knew where she lived and she didnt trust him not to try something else.