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should do the right thing and save
her. He should.
    He turned back to Sullivan. “I have been wanting to get in
some fishing.”
    Sullivan smiled. “Yeah. Fishing. That’s it.”
    “And it wouldn’t be a bad thing to suss Ms. Howarth out a
little more, make sure she’s not behind any of this. I can’t leave until later
today though. And I can’t stay long. I’ll come back here tomorrow afternoon.
Things to do.”
    “If you say so. If it was me, I’d take a nice long break.”
    Ian felt buoyed up. He turned and clapped Sullivan on the
shoulder. “That’s because you lawyers don’t have much of a work ethic. It comes
from charging clients by the billable hour, instead of an actual working hour.”
    Sullivan rolled his eyes. “Hold on.” He reached into his
pocket and pulled out his phone. “What the — why is Agatha Brimgore texting me?
Oh hell no. God, look at all those exclamation points.”
    Ian grinned. Yep, this was turning out to be not so bad a
day after all.

    THE HELICOPTER DOVE TOWARD THE ground and Jada dug her
fingernails into the cushioned arm rest. The pilot could be more cautious in
his approach, she thought, but this was her first trip in a helicopter so what
did she know?
    She did know that it was horribly loud even with headphones
on. And she knew that they appeared to be landing on the front lawn of a fancy
resort. A large white structure resembling a vastly overgrown lake house,
complete with green shutters and wrap-around porch, loomed ahead.
    She yelled into her mic. “You’ve gone to the wrong place,
Raul. I’m staying at a cabin. A caaa-biiin. Not a resort.”
    The pilot shot her a glance and nodded. “That’s right,” came
his crackly reply in her headphones.
    That wasn’t any kind of answer. She would have asked again,
but he’d pulled up the copter and was settling into a slow descent. Whether
this was the right place or not, they were landing.
    Jada had a sudden fear that perhaps Raul didn’t really work
for Ian after all, that Cathy had put her on the wrong helicopter and Jada was
in the hands of a rogue reporter. Determined to get the scoop on her story no
matter the cost, he’d hold her up in this fancy-pants hotel until she gave him
an exclusive.
    Of course, that was utter nonsense. Jada had been picked up
on the roof of the Buckley Tower itself, and Cathy had introduced her to Raul.
Jada wondered if she’d been spending too much time with her sister and some of
her fancifulness was rubbing off.
    Raul set them down smoothly on a pad of stone pavers with
hardly a bump. He powered down the rotors and Jada noted a tall, older man
standing beyond the edge of the landing site. His silver hair sparkled in the
sunlight. He waved at her and jogged toward them.
    “Here you are ma’am,” Raul said. “Mr. Forest will take care
of you. Have a nice stay.”
    Jada stared him down. “But this isn’t a cabin.”
    “Of course not, ma’am.”
    Her door opened and she turned to see the waving man, Mr.
Forest she presumed, smiling at her. He held out his hand.
    Jada felt she had no choice. She took off her headphones,
gathered up her small bag and purse and let Mr. Forest help her down to the
ground. He closed the door behind her then touching her arm, escorted her away
from the God-awful noise and wind.
    By the time Jada was in the clear, she thought her hearing
would never be the same, and she was glad she’d worn her hair in a ponytail
that day though she wasn’t thrilled about having chosen a dress to wear.
    Before she could clear any of the misunderstanding up about
where she was, the helicopter lifted up off the pad. Raul was leaving already.
    She waved at him wildly, knowing he couldn’t hear, but
thinking she had to try. “Don’t go! I’m not supposed to be here!”
    Mr. Forest patted her shoulder. “There’s no mistake, Miss.
Not as long as you’re Jada Howarth. That is who you are, isn’t it?”
    “Yes, of course. But I was going to a lake cabin. I see a
lake