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Julia looked anxious. “I’m not sure you should do this, Rachel. Even if you aren’t in labor, you’re obviously in pain.”

“I’ll go.” Belinda straightened. “She’ll open the door to me. I may not have a title, but I have celebrity status.” She grimaced. “Not that I like using it, but if it helps the cause…”

“I’d open the door in a heartbeat if you were on the other side,” Claire said.

Isobel nodded. “It’s kinda like that movie where Hugh Grant goes door to door at Christmas looking for the girl he likes. What was that called?”

There was a chorus ofLove Actually.

“That’s the one,” Isobel said. “Shame it isn’t Christmas.”

“I suppose it could work,” Rachel conceded and resumed her pacing, watched by her very intense husband.

“I’ll go too,” Ryan said because he wasn’t sure Belinda knew what questions to ask.

“I go where she goes,” Beast said, shocking no one.

“It’s settled then.” Belinda squared her shoulders.

“While you’re gone,” Julia said, “we’ll start going through all the files on the server to see if anything jumps out.”

Isobel sat back in her chair. “At the very least, searching for the Fitzwater name might produce something helpful.”

“That sounds like a good plan,” Belinda said as she fluffed Julia’s pillows. “If nothing else, you’ll feel better keeping busy. Ryan, could you wake Sarah so she can keep an eye on Julia?”

“There are plenty of people here to keep an eye on me.” Julia flushed. “No need to wake Sarah.”

“Yeah,” Isobel added. “What are we? Invisible?”

Ryan shared a look with the slightly panicked Belinda. “How about I get Sarah anyway? If she sleeps much longer, she’ll be awake all night.” Actually, she’d probably sleep right through to morning, but he wouldn’t share that with the room.

Belinda appeared relieved, while Claire and Isobel were clearly affronted.

Business as usual, Ryan thought as he went to wake his wife.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

To Harris MacDonald’s surprise, after questioning him, they didn’t return him to the cell he’d shared with his brother Logan. Instead, they put him in with a man who looked like he could crush an SUV with one fist.

Harris was tall, sitting just over six feet, but this guy was easily a head taller. And at least three times wider. All of it muscle, as far as he could tell.

“Are you with Benson Security?” Harris asked as he leaned against the wall nearest the door. It was either that or sitting on the toilet because he didn’t want to climb up onto the platform with Gigantor.

The giant grunted, his expression remaining completely blank.

Helpful.

“Was that a yes grunt or a no grunt?” Harris asked.

This time, the giant raised an eyebrow and grunted. Equally helpful.

“Okay, let’s try this. If you’re Benson Security, grunt once.”

The giant opened his mouth. “I’m based in the Scottish office. Name’s Grunt.” His voice was a roll of thunder. One with an American accent.

“Wait.” Harris pointed at him. “You’re Noah’s friend. You missed his wedding, dude.” He’d remember the Hulk if he’d been there.

Grunt just cocked his head.