Asking For Trouble by Becky McGraw Read Free Book Online Page B

job out of college, and he's gone missing. I
think the company has something to do with it," she admitted in an
equally subdued tone. Why she was telling Chase this, she didn't
know, but for some reason she trusted him...and she did need
help.
     
    "What's the name of the company? And what
field is he in?"
     
    "Al-Gonon Biochem, and he's an
engineer."
     
    "Hmm...I'll do some checking on that company
and let you know what I find out. I do know a good P.I. too...he's
not cheap though."
     
    "I have plenty of money...I just want to
find my brother, before something happens to him," she told him
then felt her lip tremble, before she finished, "If it hasn't
already."
     
    "Tell you what, I'll give Logan a call later
today and get him to call you. What's your cell phone number?" he
asked and she gave it to him. Chase entered it into his phone and
then smiled at her, and said, "Okay, we'll find him, don't worry
okay? And don't go messing with that company, if they've done
something to your brother, they wouldn't hesitate to hurt you,
promise?"
     
    Jazzie chewed her lip contemplating whether
she wanted to make that promise or not. She would contact them if
she had to. "I won't contact them for now, but I'm not going to
wait for long...the longer I wait the more chance there is my
brother might get hurt."
     
    "Dave Logan is the best private investigator
you'll find. He was in special forces in the military, and was with
the FBI for seven years, so he knows what he's doing. Trust me,
darlin' he's not going to let grass grow under his feet. He'll find
your brother."
     
    "I am trusting you, Chase...please don't let
me down," she said then took a step forward and hugged his
waist.
     
    He put his arms around her and gave her a
squeeze. "You need a ride home, sugar?"
     
    She stepped back out of his embrace and
said, "My brother Carlos is supposed to be waiting for me outside,
but I'm not sure he got my messages. Let me call him and see where
he is..." Digging in her purse, she found her cell phone then
dialed Carlos' number.
     
    He answered on the second ring and yelled
into the phone, "Where the hell are you Jazzie? Mom is worried
sick!"
     
    "I'm at the airport, didn't you get my
messages?" she asked defensively.
     
    "My phone was dead, it only has half a bar
now, I just put it on the charger."
     
    "Where are you is the question?"
Jazzie asked with irritation. Carlos always forgot to charge his
phone.
     
    "I'm at mom's house. I was waiting for you
to call, so I could come get you," he said angrily.
     
    "I have a ride, don't worry about it. I'll
be there in a few minutes," she said then hung up the phone, and
growled, "Carlos never remembers to charge his phone." Looking up
at Chase she said, "You sure you don't mind giving me a ride? My
parents house is on the other side of town."
     
    "It's not a problem, north of town is on my
way home anyway," he said then took her suitcase from her and
hefted his duffle over his shoulder. They walked out of the
terminal and to a bus that would take them to the parking lot.
     
    When they reached his truck, Chase slung her
suitcase in the bed, along with his duffle, then opened her door
and helped her inside, before going around to the other side to get
in. He'd just cranked the truck when her cell phone rang and she
pushed the button and answered gruffly, "What now Carlos?"
     
    "Um...Jazzie?" the familiar deep voice on
the other end asked in confusion.
     
    "Sorry, I thought you were Carlos...what do
you need Beau?"
     
    "Who the hell is Carlos?" he asked
shortly.
     
    "One of my brothers, what do you want,
Beau?" she asked again in agitation. Beau Bowman was the last man
she wanted to talk to right now. She was still pissed at him for
how he'd treated her. It would be a hell of a long time, before she
forgave him.
     
    "I was calling to check and make sure you
made it Dallas okay..." he said evenly.
     
    "Whether I did, or not is not your concern,
but obviously I did," Jazzie told him