Page 1 of Indecent Obsession
Chapter 1
Federal Reserve
Dante
“Tom may be in serious danger.” Agent Jacob Price meets Sara’s eyes.
We sit in Drew’s office, staring at the badge Jacob Price just dropped on the table in front of us. Tom has been in trouble before, but never something that involved the Feds. That they found us at the Veiled Vixen made this even more questionable.
The desire to hold Sara close to me is outweighed by the need to keep her safe. Not that I should hold her right now. It should only take me a moment to verify these guys are for real.
I pick up the badge and glance at Jacob, holding up my phone for permission. When he nods, I take a picture and send it to my friend in the FBI. Ethan offers his badge, and I take a picture of it as well. She’ll let me know if this is legit and send me photos of the agents associated with the badges.
Until she gives me the thumbs up, I don’t trust these men. Rhea and I went to college together. We’ve kept in contact, but I try not to use her except in emergencies. FBI agents talking to Sara about Tom seems like an emergency.
I step back behind the couch again and send her a text.
Me:
Situation. This real?
Slipping my phone into my pocket, I focus on the two men in front of us. No one has said a word since they whipped out their badges. Wyatt is tense beside me. Finn’s fingers twitch next to Sara’s thigh like he wants to hold her hand.
Drew has Sara’s other hand on his lap. His thumb strokes over her white knuckles in a soothing motion. This is the part I don’t think is going to work in the real world. Drew touching her doesn’t bother me, but not being able to give her comfort will be difficult. Not being able to hold her in my arms when she’s trembling makes me want to punch something.
“You’re FBI?” Sara’s voice shakes.
Fuck it. I put my hand on her shoulder. It’s something a friend would do. She relaxes under my touch. I’ve touched her for years. It would be weirder if I didn’t.
“Yes, ma’am.” Jacob leans back in his chair. Ethan watches us like a hawk and his gaze lingers on my hand on Sara, but fuck him. When he turns his gaze to me, I narrow my eyes at him. He can think what he wants, but I’m not giving him anything until we know exactly who he is and what he’s after.
“What does this have to do with Tom leaving?” Wyatt asks.
Jacob turns to Wyatt. “We were alerted about a week ago to some transactions that seemed unusual. The tip came in anonymously and the caller didn’t indicate who the company was.”
He’s holding the real shit back, but that makes sense. If he knows Tom is on the run, then he might assume Tom is running from his business partners.
“Again, what does this have to do with Tom?” Wyatt crosses his arms over his chest.
“We can’t divulge that information.” Jacob clasps his hands. “We need to find Tom Morris as soon as possible. We’re hoping he would be in contact with his family.”
“You said he was in danger?” Sara leans into my hand. I don’t release her.
My phone buzzes and I take it out.
Rhea:
Legit. White-collar crime division.
Fuck. I hold my phone out for Wyatt to read. His lips tighten slightly. After checking that the pictures she sent me match Jacob Price and Ethan Martinez, I put my phone away.
What the fuck has Tom gotten into this time?
Jacob’s suspicious gaze roams over all of us. Four men surrounding Sara, protecting her. Or intimidating her. They could take it either way.
I slide my hand to the couch beside her. “Why do you think Tom has anything to do with this anonymous tip?”
Ethan notes something on his pad of paper before returning his gaze to mine. “We don’t necessarily.”
