“That’s none of your concern, but do you know what is? The fact that if you don’t tell me where she is, I’ll kill you.”
The lack of hesitation in his voice told Morgan he meant it. Her cell phone rang in the thick silence and drew their attention to where the phone sat in the middle of the desk.
“Who is Eugene Fitzwilliams?” the man asked.
It was the fake name she had Skye’s number listed as, that’s who. “My accountant.”
His eyes drifted down to the phone and as he reached to pick it up, Morgan made her move. She sent the cap flying on her fountain pen as she stabbed it down into his hand. She felt the nib of the pen plunge through the man’s skin and sink down into his palm. He screamed and fumbled with the knife in his free hand as he reached for the pen skewering his left.
Morgan grabbed the front of the man’s shirt and smashed her head into his with a head-butt that sent him flying backward right as the door to her office was flung open.
“Hi, honey. Are you ready for date night?” Morgan asked her husband who had burst into the office like an avenging angel.
“Let me just take out the trash first.” Miles sent her a wink that still made her body flush with anticipation. Dinner was suddenly off the table as a whole new menu was about to be served up.
Miles leaned down, grabbed the man around the neck, and hoisted him up. “Let’s have a little chat about how to treat my wife. Not that she didn’t tell you already, but I really want to drive the point home.”
Morgan watched her husband haul the man out by the scruff of the neck and reached for the phone. Miles would handle it from here. She needed to talk to Skye.
“Morgan, you’re in danger!” Skye blurted out the second the phone was answered.
“No worries, dear. It’s all handled.”
Skye looked to Trent who just shrugged. “I told you the Keeneston family was different,” he whispered.
“Did something happen?” Skye asked, feeling as if Morgan was perhaps playing a joke on her.
“Yes, they made the mistake of sending only one person after me to find out where you are. Miles has him now. I almost feel sorry for him. We might look like grandparents, but you should see how many ways I can kill someone with a spoon.”
“I want to be you when I grow up.” Skye was sure she was living in a parallel universe. Morgan laughed and promised to teach her when they saw each other soon. “Soon?”
“Yes. I’m coming to Shadows Landing. We’re all coming to Shadows Landing after this. They just made it personal.”
“I have a better idea. This is about me. This is about trying to stop my contract with Jim from being thrown out. Well, I’m not going to be intimidated anymore. Let’s bring the fight to them,” Skye said with a slow smile as she looked up at Trent. “Do you think Ryker will let us borrow his plane to sneak into New York City?”
“I have a better idea,” a deep voice said over the speakerphone. “We’ll get you to New York for the bench trial while keeping all ties to Shadows Landing safe. I’ll be in touch, but for now I have date night with my beautiful wife who stabbed a man through the hand with a fountain pen before head-butting him.”
The sound of things crashing to the floor and then, “Oh Miles!” was heard before the line went dead.
Trent cleared his throat before looking down at his phone. “Ryker just texted that Olivia is awake. I’m telling him about Morgan. I’m also telling Granger and Peter.”
Skye sat stewing. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She’d told Morgan her plan, but it was so hard to wait. She wanted those spotlights on her now so she could destroy the people behind this.
“I know you’re ready to wage war, but we don’t have the right ammunition yet.” Trent gave her thigh a light squeeze, drawing her attention back to her.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, we have an idea it’s Jim and Lenny behind this, but we have no proof. Also, you’ve been getting those threatening notes for almost a year. Who is behind those? What if that person is the same one trying to hunt you down? What if Jim and Lenny were honest about receiving that ransom note? Or what if