The Hunter (Orion the Hunter) by J. D. Chase Read Free Book Online Page B

face it, downright weird sounding man.
     
    After what seemed to be an eternity, Angel tried to end the call, promising her mother that she would visit soon and that she would be sure to call if she needed anything at all.  I had to resist the urge to grab the phone and end the connection myself.  I waved my arms around to get Angel’s attention and made the universally understood gesture of dragging my finger across my throat.  She rolled here eyes and shrugged.
     
    “Well?” I demanded, more harshly than I intended, when she finally got her mother off the line.
     
    Angel raised her eyebrows and folded her arms at my tone.  Then she flopped down on the sofa and pulled me down next to her.  “Sorry, honey, she doesn’t know anything about him.  She thinks that she has heard the name but she can’t recall where or why.  She even asked my dad, who couldn’t add anything.”
     
    “Argh!” I said with a smile.  “Can you do me a favor?”
     
    “Name it,” Angel said sincerely.
     
    “Make me another yummy cocktail, please?” I asked, giving her my best puppy dog eyes.
     
    She laughed and rolled her eyes before she went off to make me my third cocktail that I just knew I would regret drinking when the morning came.  However, my disturbed sleep and emotional phantom rollercoaster were taking their toll and I just wanted to relax and fall into a drink induced slumber.
     
    Angel returned with a small cocktail for her and a large one for me.  Just as we clinked glasses, there came a determined knock on the door.  I thought it was odd because we hadn’t had a call from James, to inform us that we had a visitor.
     
    I opened the door cautiously to find a very irritated Chad outside.  “What’s happened to Angel?” he asked nervously. 
     
    I stepped back to let him in.  “Nothing, she is fine.  She said you weren‘t coming over tonight.”
     
    “No, she isn’t fine.  She has ignored all of my calls and texts!” he said, sounding wounded.  “She’s never done that, even when she was ill.”
     
    “I think it is my fault,” I said soothingly, rubbing his back.  “She has been helping me all evening.”
     
    “Helping you?” he sounded amazed.  “What with?”
     
    “Oh nothing,” I said carefully.  “Just work stuff.  Go on through, she’s in there - I will grab you a beer.”
     
    I stayed in the kitchen to organize some food as we had missed dinner.  Thankfully, Angel had picked up a tray of sushi earlier in the day and I grabbed it from the fridge gratefully.
     
    Carrying it through to the lounge, I set it down on the coffee table.  “Nice one,” said Chad, tucking in immediately.  “You know, Issy, you can find out a lot of information about someone just a quick Google search,” he said innocently, as Angel shot him daggers.
     
    “Oh god, what have you told him?” I buried my head in my hands, appetite forgotten.
     
    “Just that you want to find out more about who owns your office building,” Angel said quickly.  “What else is there to tell?”
     
    I lifted my head and considered Chad’s idea.  Worth a shot, I thought.  I carried an assortment of sushi and my large cocktail into my bedroom and fired up my laptop.
     
    I entered Lucas Hunter into the search bar and pressed enter.  Within seconds, the screen was full of search results.  Popping a slice of California roll into my mouth, I began to sift through the results.  After a while, I realized that every entry related to business matters.  Nothing about the man himself - just the mention of his name.
     
    I finished up my sushi and was just draining my cocktail glass when Angel popped her head around the door.  “How’s it going?” she asked eagerly. “Don’t worry; Chad has gone for a shower.”
     
    “I have found loads of search results but they just concern his business interests.  He has his fingers in lots of pies - particularly in the construction industry.  He runs Hunter