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“She told me to.”
“And you listened to her?”I asked in disbelief.
“She’s the mother of my mate.Of course I—I’m sorry.”
I reached into my clutch for my phone, but he stopped me.
“Wait.Before you call her, you should know why.She didn’t just find out about those positions being eliminated.She also learned that the driver who hit her wasn’t insured and has disappeared.After my people investigated a little, we learned he’d told his friends he'd scored a big job and left the country.”
“What does that mean?”
“Based on the one hundred thousand deposited in his bank account before he closed it, I think he was paid to hit your mom’s car.”
Stunned, I stared at Konni for half a second before anger kicked in.
“When did you find all this out?”
“This weekend.”
“And you were going to what?Not tell me that someone tried to have my mom killed?She’s home alone right now, Konni!”
He brought my hands to his mouth, kissing my knuckles.
“I’d never leave her alone, Sophia.She’s safe, and she asked me to let her tell you herself—she doesn’t want her problems to keep you from living the life you deserve.”
“And you agreed with her?”
“I respectfully disagreed, and she?—”
His hesitation was enough to know the rest.
“She bullied you, didn’t she?She said she’d tell me I shouldn’t see you, am I right?”
“Something like that,” he said.“Please don’t be mad at her.She’s just trying to protect you.”
“I’m mad at both of you!”I let out a forceful breath and focused on taking another, calmer one.“But you’re right.That’s not a phone call; that’s a conversation for in person.Tell me how you’re keeping her safe.Does she have someone watching her now, too?”
“Yes.Twenty-four-seven.”
“Fine.Drive so we’re not late, and explain to me why the police aren’t involved yet.”
“No solid evidence that it was foul play.”
“I’d think someone disappearing after receiving one hundred grand is pretty solid.”
“I wish it were.”
“Okay, what happens when someone starts looking into Mom’s finances?”
“I have people watching, ready to trace it back.”
"That’s still not evidence, though, is it?”
“No, but once we have a name, we have somewhere to start looking for a transfer to the driver’s account.”
I sighed and looked out the window, hating that Mom was using herself as bait.
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