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list? How?”
    “I don’t know, Greg,” she said. “It just happened. Whoops.”
    “ Whoops ?” Greg said. “Just – fucking whoops?”
    He stormed in to the reception area now and stopped dead when he saw the four men glaring at him. He focused on Dallas.
    “Foreman,” he said. “What do you want?”
    “Oh, yes!” Cordelia said brightly. “I just remembered that I saved a backup copy of the contact list on the server. Also, these nice men are here to see you. I’ll show them in to the conference room, shall I?”
    Greg stared at her.
    “This way, gentlemen,” she said.
    “Hold up,” Greg said. “What’s this about, Foreman?”
    Dallas met his eyes. “Olivia Jameson.”
    Greg stiffened. “What about her?”
    “You really want to discuss her stalker out here?” Dallas asked as the office door opened and a woman walked in.
    Greg huffed.
    “So, the conference room is this way!” Cordelia twinkled. “Follow me, please.”
    The five men trooped down the hallway after her and she stood aside. “Coffee?”
    “No, thanks, hon,” Dean said. “We won’t be staying that long.”
    She winked at him and he grinned back.
    Greg sat. “So. What’s the problem?”
    “I told you. Olivia’s stalker,” Dallas said.
    Greg made an impatient sound in his throat. “We’ve assessed him and decided that he’s not a significant threat.”
    “No?” Dallas’ voice was deceptively soft. “Then maybe you can explain to me just why that ‘not significant threat’ ended up standing in Olivia’s living room last night, while she was home all alone?”
    “Sorry. He what?”
    “Yeah. She had to lock herself in the bathroom and wait for me to get to her.”
    “How the fuck did he get in?”
    “Well, geez, Greg,” Dallas said. “I kind of thought as head of Olivia’s security detail, you’d have the answer to that, huh?”
    “Fuck you, Foreman.” Greg got to his feet, turned to leave the conference room.
    Dallas moved so fast, Greg didn’t have time to do more than raise his hand, and he did even that too late. Before he quite knew what was going on, Dallas had him pinned up against the wall, his massive forearm pressed hard on Greg’s throat. He thrust his face in to Greg’s.
    “Let’s try this again, yeah?”
    Greg made a choking sound.
    “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’, shall I?” He pressed down and Greg’s face turned red. “Shall I?”
    “Y – y – yes,” Greg choked out.
    “OK, good. So. As I was saying, as the former head of Olivia Jameson’s security detail, you’ll have all the information on her stalker readily available to hand over to me, the new head of her security detail. Isn’t that right?”
    Greg nodded.
    “And you’ll be very pleased to give me all of that before I go. Correct?”
    Greg nodded again. He was now turning a strange color of purple.
    “Hey, man,” Chris observed. “Maybe let up. Just a touch.”
    Dallas leaned back slightly and Greg sucked in some air. “So, me and the boys will be out in the waiting area, enjoying a cup of coffee with Cordelia – who you really should treat more nicely, by the way – while you gather all the intel you have. I want it all, Wallace… every note, every e-mail, every record of every single fucking text and image that sick prick ever sent her. Times, dates, places. Anybody you talked to and suspected; anybody you even considered maybe talking to and suspecting. Everything. Am I being sufficiently clear?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Yeah what?”
    “Yeah, I’ll get it all to you. Twenty minutes.”
    Dallas removed his arm. “Perfect.”
    **
    It was less than seventeen minutes later that Greg emerged from his office with several folders, a floor plan of Olivia’s house, and half-a-dozen USB drives. He almost threw it all at Dallas.
    “That’s everything,” he said.
    “Thank you so much,” Dallas said. “Olivia asked you to please send her your final invoice and she’ll settle it immediately.”
    Greg glowered and left