Private Bodyguard. Tyler Anne Snell

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СКАЧАТЬ Marks as a client, but now that he was under contract, she was going to make sure nothing bad happened. “Listen, I don’t blame her. This place is impressive. I’d have done the same thing. If it makes you feel better, I’m catching up with her when Thomas and Grant relieve me tonight. I’ll bring it up again and if she lies to me, I’ll catch it.”

      “Well, just try not to tick off the long-winded gate guard, George, while you’re there. I’d really like to avoid talking to him again.”

      Oliver agreed and they ended the call. He looked through the window to the gatehouse down below. George Hanely had been like a kid on Christmas as he recounted the story of how he had saved the Markses’ home from the more-than-suspicious private investigator. Oliver had been at Nigel Marks’s home for less than ten minutes, and in that time he had watched George reenact what had happened.

      He had led Oliver from his post in the small one-room, half-bathroom house that sat at the front of the drive around to the garage. It, like the house, was large. It could easily fit several cars. Darling had been spotted next to the side door. Her story of just being close to the gate that surrounded the property was hard to believe. The iron gate was a good forty to fifty yards away. If she had been trying to get back over the fence, then why come so close to the garage?

      Oliver could guess the answer. She was trying to get into the garage. But why?

      Ever since he had seen Darling, he had been assuming that she was still the same girl he’d known before. The fact that she was in jail to start off with had proven the opposite. And a private investigator?

      He smiled to himself. That he could believe. Darling had loved the challenge of a good mystery.

      He remembered the first time he’d met her. She had been butt up in a Dumpster behind an office complex, rooting around in discarded papers and files. At the time he’d assumed it was a part of some weird bet. She hadn’t looked homeless with her designer clothes and perfectly manicured nails. Then, when she found exactly what she didn’t want to find, she had opened up in a burst of emotion to the nineteen-year-old him. Her world wasn’t over, but it had changed. Through the next few months the once-spoiled, once-naive teenager transformed into a thoughtful, compassionate young woman. The people around her hadn’t appreciated the changed Darling, and slowly she had become isolated. Oliver, however, had formed a bond with her, staying by her side until...

      Self-loathing pulsed through him at the memory of the last night he’d seen her. Time can heal all wounds, but seeing the girl whose heart you shattered only breaks out the salt and pours it into the gashes, he thought with a frown.

      Seeing her after all those years had been a shock to his system. One he wasn’t sure was entirely good or entirely bad. As he tried to clear his mind, he marveled at the fact that he still felt so strongly about what had happened almost a decade ago.

      Oliver left the guest bedroom Nigel had assigned to him and started to go through each room of the house. He checked windows, catalogued all exits and got his bearings of the Markses’ second home. Its large size didn’t surprise him in the least.

      After finishing his sweep, he made his way back over to the gatehouse. George, a slight man in his thirties with dark hair and a pasty complexion, could barely keep his excitement at bay at having someone to talk to. Oliver didn’t blame the man one bit. Even though Nigel Marks hadn’t been at his house in years, it was still George’s job to watch the gate daily. If it had been Oliver’s job, he would have hated it. However, George seemed to take pride in his tasks, and Oliver spied a movie player and several movies under the front desk, which must have made sitting in one room day in and day out a little more bearable.

      “So, have you ever met Mr. Marks in person?” George asked when Oliver was satisfied with each part of the property. Aside from the gatehouse, garage and house, there was nothing but open land surrounding the acres the Markses owned.

      “No,” Oliver admitted. “My boss handles the client interactions before the contract start date,” he explained. “Do you see him often? I was under the impression he didn’t come visit much.”

      George shrugged. “He calls to check in from time to time and ask about things,” he said. Oliver noticed the gate guard puffed his chest out a bit. “I keep him informed on what’s going on in Mulligan.” There was no mistaking that George definitely took pride in working for Nigel. Oliver could respect that, even if he wondered what kind of social life the guard was left with after the hours he worked. Having a good boss was an absolute must for Oliver, especially after the nightmare of what had happened with his last. “That’s how I knew that woman was up to no good.”

      They had just stepped outside the gatehouse and were facing the private drive. It wasn’t as cold as the Montana case had been, but there was a chill in the air that moved with the breeze. Oliver tilted his head as another gust pushed against his clean-shaven face, and he thought about his next words carefully before speaking.

      “You mean the private investigator? She seemed harmless enough,” he said, not believing himself as he said it.

      George snorted. “Private investigator. Yeah, that sounds a lot better than what she really does.”

      Oliver raised his eyebrow. “What does she really do?”

      “Sneak around, break the law and ruin lives. Just like the rat of a man she got her office from,” he explained with a surge of anger.

      “From what I could tell Derrick seemed to like her,” Oliver added.

      “Deputy Derrick and her are close, if you know what I mean.”

      A quick burst of jealousy flashed through Oliver. The idea that Darling was with someone romantically hadn’t yet breached his thoughts. Not that it should matter either way.

      “And as for the chief, he’s one of many people here that have fallen for her charms. If you ask me, she uses her looks to get what she wants. It’s repulsive. She should be using her time better, you know? Get married, have some kids.”

      Oliver’s brief jealousy turned to a not-so-brief anger. It was true he couldn’t claim to know this new, older version of Darling the same way he had known the younger one, but he seriously doubted she was this repulsive person George was claiming. He was about to set the man straight when his cell phone beeped.

      “They’re almost here,” Oliver said instead. “I want you to call me if anyone other than my team and Nigel comes to this gate. No matter the time. Are we clear?”

      George straightened his back and almost looked as if he was ready to salute. “Yes, sir,” he barked.

      Within minutes a black SUV came up the drive, followed by a sleek silver two-door Audi. Originally, Nigel was supposed to be escorted from his home in California to Mulligan, but a week ago he had changed this detail, much to Nikki’s frustration. He had spent two days in the neighboring city, working to put out business-related fires due to his company’s newest merger while he stayed at a four-star hotel less than a block from that branch of Charisma Investments. The other two members of Team Delta had been ordered to pick Nigel up that morning, officially starting their contract time frame.

      Oliver nodded to Thomas Gage, Orion’s newest recruit, as he rolled down the SUV’s tinted driver’s side window just before the gate. His build was on the lean side, with narrow shoulders and arms toned but not as built as the rest of Team Delta. He had light brown skin, dark hair and bright blue eyes that Nikki had commented on more than once. Thomas never sported facial hair, and that decision often got him mistaken СКАЧАТЬ