Even a Diamond can be shattered...
After the owner of a security company is murdered, his sharp-edged wife goes on the run. Forced to abandon everything she holds dear - her home, her friends, her job in special ops - she builds a new life for herse...
"I've got into Luke's bank accounts, and his mother's. And through the firewall on his home computer and his work servers."
"And what's the bad news?"
"I haven't found anything concrete. But from the log files on the server, I'd say someone else has been trying to do the same as me; they just haven't been so successful."
"Any idea who?"
"No, but I'll keep trying to find out."
"Thanks. We could use a break. Was that the only thing of interest?"
"Oh, there's plenty that's interesting. Do you know how much money Luke gives to his mother each month? It's thousands, Ems. And she spends it all on hairdressers and clothes and golf and manicures."
"I've met the woman, and that comes as no surprise. But I meant anything of interest to the case?"
"No. I don't think so."
Mack hesitated a little too long before answering for my liking. What was she holding back? I was tempted to push, but my name already graced her shit list. No, I trusted she'd tell me if it was important.
"All right, we'll speak later."
At least she hadn't frozen me out today. This was progress.
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At nine in the evening, I headed home. I needed to recharge, and although I had a fold-out bed in my office, after last night, I didn't want to risk sleeping in it. Bad enough to have Nick catch me sleepwalking without my entire staff finding out about my nocturnal adventures.
When I got back to Albany House, I snuck up the rear stairs from the garage, keeping my fingers crossed Luke had gone to bed so I could avoid talking to him. Stupid for someone who'd once thrived on confrontation.
"How was the office?" Dan asked.
Shit. Should have used the front door. Because Luke was sitting next to Dan, typing away on his laptop with Nick the other side of him.
Smile, Emmy. It intimidates those who want to destroy you, so said my husband.
"Yeah. Good. Great. I had spinach salad for lunch."
Dan laughed then grew serious again. "Luke might have found something."
Really? "Like what?"
Luke looked me in the eye for the first time since our argument. "I got an email alert a couple of hours ago to say someone was in my mainframe at work. They tripped an alarm while they were looking at the code for my new program, the same one the kidnapper wanted. I'm trying to track them."
I had a bad feeling about this. "Have you got very far?"
"Yes and no. Might sound crazy but, I think I know who it is."
