Rich (Benson Security #5) - Janet Elizabeth Henderson Page 0,84

need to tell the rest of Benson Security before we turn up with this guy. It’s time to bring everyone else up to speed. You okay with that?”

Rachel nodded. It wasn’t anything she hadn’t thought of herself. “You may tell whomever you choose.”

“I’m happy to tell people if you don’t want to.” His gaze softened.

Which just annoyed her. She didn’t need pity. Nor did she want it. “It’s not like I’m ashamed to tell them, I just don’t want to waste time repeating the story again and again.”

“But it’s okay to waste my time?” His eyes sparkled with amusement.

“It’s one of the perks that come with being in a relationship with me. Aren’t you glad you got what you so desperately wanted?” When she looked back at their team, they were staring at her openmouthed. She let out an irritated sigh. “Apparently we’re in a real relationship instead of a fake one. Don’t get all excited and start poking your noses in. It’s unlikely to last.”

With that, she got up from the table and went to fetch more coffee.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Terrance King sat at the table in Benson Security’s interrogation room. Or, as they told anyone who asked, their basement interview room. Whatever they called it didn’t change the fact that this room was soundproofed, installed with cameras and a one-way mirror, and only opened from the outside. The table and chairs were bolted to the floors and the only way out was through one of the Benson Security staff.

Adjacent to this was a surveillance room. Which was currently overflowing with testosterone and badass attitude. On hearing about Rachel’s past, it seemed the men of Benson Security had all decided to take over her life. Apparently, she wasn’t even needed in the discussion on how best to approach Terrance King’s interrogation.

The longer the men argued, the more Rachel eyed up the weapons storeroom and wondered how quickly she could tase them all and shut them up. Hell, she doubted they’d even notice she was missing until they were suddenly jolted with enough electricity to reboot their Neanderthal brains.

“I’ll talk to him,” Lake Benson said with absolute authority.

The former special forces officer, who’d started the company that bore his name, faced off against the rest of his team. He’d been in London, helping out on another Benson Security job, and for some reason, as soon as he’d heard about her past, he’d decided to postpone his return trip to Scotland and stick around to “help.” Rachel had no idea why.

“To hell with that,” Callum McKay, her other partner, snapped back. “The London office is mine. You put me in charge when you dragged me into this business. Now get out of my way and let me do my bloody job.”

“I think,” Harry piped up, taking his life into his hands by getting between two former SAS men, “that I should talk to him. I’m the one who found out he’s involved.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Ryan demanded. “You aren’t even part of Benson Security anymore. You sold your stake. I’m the one who should interrogate him. I know him best because I’ve been stuck working with his arrogant arse for weeks. He’ll let down his guard with me.”

Joe Barone and Noah Merchant, two of Harvard’s childhood friends, started talking at the same time.

“I’m an ex-cop,” Noah said. “I spent my career interrogating suspects. Trust me, you want me in there.”

“I just want to punch him until he talks.” Joe glared through the glass of the one-way mirror, to where Terrance sat relaxed in his chair.

Harvard, who’d been silently leaning against the far wall during the discussion, his arms folded and ankles crossed, flashed a smile at Joe before catching Rachel’s eye. He cocked an eyebrow at her, and she jerked her head toward the door. When he nodded once, Rachel slipped outside. If anyone noticed her leaving, they said nothing.

A few seconds later, Harvard stepped out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him. “What do you want to do?”

“I want to go in there and tell him what happened to the drug he stole. And I want you standing behind me looking scary while I do it.”

He nodded. “Then lead the way.”

Grateful that he hadn’t asked her if she was up to the task, Rachel punched in the code to open the interrogation room door and stepped inside. She had to fight the urge to grin at the mirror, where no doubt all the men on the other