Safe in His Sight by Regan Black Read Free Book Online Page B

fires suspected of being connected to Falk’s organization with the picture you caught yesterday, but it didn’t pan out.”
    “I know it’s a lousy picture.” She shifted on the bench, crossed her ankles and tugged the rising hem of her skirt over her knees. “None of this explains why you barged into the office.”
    Her unrelenting green gaze made him sympathize with any witness or client who landed on her bad side. She must be hell in a courtroom. Mitch swallowed, bracing for the worst. “Who did you share the news with when you were added to the case?”
    She froze, her sandwich halfway to her mouth. Slowly she lowered the food to her lap and pulled the wrapper around what was left. “N-no one.”
    “Come on, being assigned to the Falk case is a big deal. Your mom?”
    Her teeth sank into that rosy lower lip for a split second. “No. We’re not close.”
    “What about your friend Aubrey?”
    She shook her head. “It’s not the kind of thing you share,” she said.
    That startled him. Clearly he didn’t understand lawyers at all. She’d said it was a career-making assignment—wouldn’t she celebrate it? “Why not? Some confidentiality thing?”
    “Sometimes,” she allowed. “In this situation, I was thrilled, but it’s a very public case and most people don’t want to see Falk get acquitted. Plenty of my peers in the office would rather take my place than pat me on the back.”
    “Okay.” He obviously didn’t know how to think like a defense attorney. “Does it bug you that your stalker knew you had the assignment even though it’s not public knowledge?”
    “Of course.”
    “Me too. I think it’s an important clue.”
    “You think the stalker works at Marburg?” She pressed her fingers to her lips. “Am I safe at the office?” she asked behind her hand.
    Hearing her voice, thin and frightened, pissed him off and his self-control started to unravel. When he found her stalker, he’d wring the bastard’s neck. His free hand flexed and fisted. Bullying a woman was a coward’s game. Mitch put his arm around her shoulder, wishing he could make this go away with a snap of his fingers. “That very concern is what had me barging in and scaring you. Let’s do hourly check-in texts. I want you to let me know the minute anything makes you nervous.”
    “All right. Though now I’ll probably be jumping at every shadow.”
    “No problem since I’ll be close by. My earlier overreaction aside, I think you are safe there,” he said. Unwrapping the cookie that came with his meal, he offered half to her. “None of the pictures were from inside. I think if he had that card to play, he would have done it.”
    “That’s something, I guess.”
    “Eat up and I’ll walk you back.”
    He downed his half of the cookie while she nibbled around the edges, watching people go by. He could almost see the wheels turning in her head. “Do you think your stalker holds the kind of clout to pull strings and get you specifically assigned to the case?” He felt terrible that the question made her tremble just as she’d started to relax.
    “Choosing me makes no sense.” She jerked back, putting a little more distance between them. “Anyone with real clout would ask for someone more important or more informed. All I know about Falk came from media reports and the case files I’ve been allowed to see.”
    “Anything sensitive?”
    She glared at him, refusing to answer. “Why would anyone believe I’d cave to this kind of intimidation?”
    He preferred the defiance in her eyes. “Every contact so far implies the stalker intends to use you as an inside source.”
    “Yeah, I got that loud and clear.” She pursed her lips. “We both know I can’t do what he wants. What happens then?”
    “We’ll burn that bridge if we get there.” Somehow he’d make sure the stalker didn’t push things that far. “You won’t have to face that dilemma.”
    “ Hmm . Your confidence is impressive, Mr. Galway.”
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