Page 14 of Reckless Seduction
The woman on the other end of the line scoffs. “Of course I got something for you. Who do you think I am?” Her playful tone makes me smile. “The question is whether you are going to like what I give you.”
I groan internally. This isn’t going to be good. I can feel it.
“Hit me with it.”
“There is something off about this girl,” Bridgett starts. “The name on her driver’s license is accurate as far as I can tell, but she isn’t just a fucking reporter.”
“What do you mean?” I don’t need more trouble at my doorstep. There is enough shit piled on as it is.
“She is the adopted daughter of Senator Crowe.”
Well, shit.
“Jaysus.”
Things just became ten times worse.
Not only is she a reporter, but she is a senator’s daughter as well. A senator who has been on our ass for years and who is responsible for a lot of spilled Irish blood.
“What else can you tell me about her?”
Bridgett sighs. “She graduated from high school at sixteen and college at nineteen. Started her reporting career at the Seattle Times upon graduation, where she was promoted to investigative journalist two years later.”
Bridgett snorts. “Yeah, somebody was greasing her career,” she interjects before continuing. “Umm… let’s see. No other address for her on file except the one on her license, but her car is registered to a Drew Knight, son of?—”
“Magnus Knight,” I curse under my breath as I quietly walk out of the bedroom. I don’t want to risk waking Bailey. “Fuck.”
“Who is Magnus Knight?” Bridgett asks curiously.
“Chairman of the House Armed Services Committee.”
Bridgett hums. “That clears things up a bit,” she admits. “Drew Knight is the CEO and founder of Knightman Security. Private armed forces and security here in Seattle.”
“That’s not good,” I bite out as I make my way toward the elevator.
“Here’s the other thing,” Bridgett edges nervously. “According to every news story, Bailey was adopted at the age of three from Seattle Memorial.”
“Okay…” I fail to see where this is going.
“There aren’t any records of her adoption in the system.”
“So?” I shrug. “That doesn’t mean anything. It could have been a private adoption.”
“That’s possible,” she admits. “But something just isn’t adding up with that.”
“Then check into it and get back to me.” I hang up the phone without bothering to say goodbye.
Dammit, this day is turning out to be more fucking stressful than I thought it would be. Not only do we have current issues with some of the local MC gangs trying to take our shipments, but now we have Bailey to deal with.
Her father’s the goddamn senator. I didn’t see that coming. She isn’t a socialite like her sister, who is seen day in and out in the tabloids, sporting some new designer dress on the runway and out with a new beau every week.
Bailey has been kept in the shadows. Hidden.
So then why is her marriage to Drew so important to her father and Magnus Knight? Bailey doesn’t even carry the same last name as the senator. Dalia Crowe would make a better match. I run a hand through my hair as I step off the elevator and into the back hallway of the bar.
Shit is going to hit the fan soon if we don’t figure out what we are going to do with the minx upstairs.
I know one thing for certain, though.
