us should go by and see how he’s doing, see what our take on Mr. Johnson is. After all, he was hired as Sonya’s bodyguard as well as her driver.”
“I’ll pay him a visit,” Samantha said. “I want to go to the hospital and check on Caroline Graham anyway.”
Rachel nodded her approval. “I’m sure the police questioned Caroline’s brother. Alex, right?”
Samantha nodded and looked to Isabelle.
“He told police he only got a glimpse of the men,” Isabelle said. “The car had no plates on the back and tinted windows.”
“Check limo rentals,” Rachel said. “It’s a long shot.”
“I saw the car,” Samantha said and felt everyone look toward her again. “I saw some of the incident from the window after I walked Caroline and Alex to the door. You’re right. It happened so fast there wasn’t anything anyone could have done. I got a good look at the limo, though. It was an older model. Definitely not a rental. You might want to check used car lots.”
Rachel gave her a smile. “Good idea.” She looked toward Clare who said, “I’m already on it.”
Samantha saw movement on the monitors. Just as she’d been expecting, a dark figure started to bang on the door, then saw the receptionist Samantha had asked to stay late. He shoved his way through the front door and into the reception area.
Samantha stood. “Excuse me, but Alex Graham is here. I need to take care of this.”
As a former agent and profiler for the FBI, Samantha was the go-to person. Not only did she make sure every wedding went off without a hitch, as an agent she assisted in investigations by noticing the little things about people and cases.
As she rose to leave, everyone’s attention turned to the monitor, the same one that had recorded Alex Graham’s entrance earlier today. Only now Alex was dressed in jeans, a Miami Fire Department T-shirt that stretched across his broad shoulders and running shoes. His light brown hair curled at the nape of his suntanned neck and looked as if he’d just come from a hasty shower.
“At this point, I don’t think it would be wise to assume that Caroline Graham was just an innocent victim,” Rachel said. “Find out everything you can about her. And her brother,” she said frowning at the monitor screen. “It might not be a coincidence that the two of them just happened to be here at the same time Sonya Botero was abducted.”
Samantha nodded and slipped out. She’d known Alex Graham would be back. And she knew even before she’d seen him storm in what he would want.
As she descended the stairs, she caught the scent of him before he saw her. Some kind of masculine-smelling shampoo. Fresh from a quick shower, just as she’d suspected. She noted that his hazel eyes were red rimmed and he looked as if he’d been to hell and back. As she neared him, she felt anguish coming off him as well as a raw angry energy. She braced herself.
Alex Graham looked up as she came down the stairs to meet him. His eyes locked with hers and she thought she glimpsed relief. “I wasn’t sure you’d still be here.”
“Mr. Graham, why don’t we step into my office?” Samantha said in her all-business voice.
He gave a sharp nod and stalked ahead of her into her office. She closed the door behind them and took her place behind the desk.
“How is your sister?” she asked, although she’d called the hospital not long before.
“Still unconscious,” he said his voice hoarse.
To think that he’d sat in that same chair with his sister beside him only hours before. Except then he’d been ill at ease, nervous.
Now Alex Graham was grieving and angry. “What the hell happened here today?” he demanded.
“You know as much as I do,” Samantha said quietly as she adjusted her glasses.
“I highly doubt that. Who was that woman in the limo?”
“One of our clients,” Samantha said. “I’m afraid I can’t tell you her name because the police have instructed us not to.”
A muscle in his jaw bunched. He was furious and looking for someone to blame for his sister’s accident, but also looking for answers. Samantha wished she had some for him.
“I’m already getting the same runaround from the police, I don’t need it from you,” he said, his voice rising. “I want to know why my sister was run down outside your business.”
She nodded and spoke in the same soothing tone she used with jittery brides-to-be. “We want to