back into the seat. “I… had no idea. What evidence did the FBI have to justify arresting you?”
Kaidan’s face darkens. “The FBI was building a case against me and my father. Peyton went to them and accused me of stealing the money. She showed them records I showed her in confidence and left out the part about how I was trying to track the money down. I didn’t even realize she’d made copies. This is my fault.”
Devon clears his throat from the front seat. “You should have told me all of this.”
“Dad wanted to keep it quiet.”
“Of course he did.”
Kaidan leans forward to grip Devon’s shoulder. “I didn’t want you implicated in this, either.”
“Man… I really hope you guys figure this out.”
“I’m going to.” Kaidan sounds confident, which amazes me considering the FBI has built a case against him .
We pull onto the road adjacent to the law firm, and even from here it’s evident the road is packed with paps. Even more than before.
“I’ll drop you at the back,” Devon says. He heads down the back street and pulls up next to the gate. Then he lets us out of the backseat.
Once we’re out, Devon leans into the car to grab a duffel bag, which he hands to Kaidan. “Change of clothes and your house keys. Do you need me to hang around? I have this thing I gotta get to today.”
“I’ll call Charles to pick us up,” Kaidan says. “Thanks again.”
Devon and Kaidan exchange meaningful looks that only they can probably understand.
“Good luck, guys.” Devon nods to me, gets back in the car, and takes off.
As we enter the back gate, I’m suddenly aware of the nervous energy radiating off of Kaidan. I’ve rarely felt that from him, but whatever we’re about to look for has him worried.
“So… my money?”
“James had a few other clients who had small amounts of money go missing,” Kaidan says tersely. “He was helping us investigate this. When’s the last time you talked to him?”
“A couple days ago when I called him… But when I came in today, Jillian was the one who told me my money was gone.”
Kaidan goes pale and rifles around in the bag Devon gave him until he pulls out a set of keys.
“Kaidan. Wait. I need to tell you something.”
He turns to me and surprises me with a gentle kiss. Then he searches my face. “Just let me handle this. Then we can talk about whatever you need to talk about.”
“Okay.”
Kaidan fumbles with his keys and unlocks the back door to the law firm.
Whatever happens next determines my entire future and Kaidan’s. I grab his hand, and he leads us through the doorway.
The FBI agents are still in the hallway where I saw them last, and marked boxes are stacked against the walls. Kaidan grabs my hand and leads me past them without even sparing them a glance. The shock on their faces is priceless as they scramble to make phone calls.
The lawyer who helped me this morning, Jillian, turns the corner. “Kaidan?”
Kaidan lets go of my hand. “James Nordstrom. Get him on the phone.”
“I can’t. I’ve already tried.” The woman’s eyes dart to me and back to Kaidan. She looks like she really wants to ask him what the hell is going on, but she doesn’t.
“What do you mean, you can’t?” he asks harshly.
“I mean he called in sick on Thursday and hasn’t answered his phone since then. He didn’t pick up when I called today either.”
Kaidan curses under his breath and hurries down the hall to James Nordstrom’s office. Jillian and I follow him into the room.
He’s a cyclone of energy as he tears open the filing cabinets, removing handfuls of files at a time.
Jillian and I watch, mouths gaping. He pulls out a folder and throws it on the desk. My name’s on it. I’ve seen it plenty of times, but now it’s much thinner than the last time I saw it.
My heart clenches. The will. The One Condition. Is that still in there? Kaidan lifts another armful of folders out of the cabinet and opens them one by one. He