50 Angie We put together the timeline of travel with the timeline for purchases. The only difference is Old Man Raines made a few additional stops. About once a month he stayed in Florida for an extra two days before heading out to whichever of the three destinations he was scheduled to be at. “What’s in Florida? Anton asks, looking over to Max clearly hoping for an easy explanation. “Not sure. It could be many things. He has always traveled there, always taken mistresses there. He has a few business friends that have boats and oceanfront properties.” Max shrugs his shoulders. “He could be doing anything during the time he spent there. He is clearly good at covering his tracks.” “Well, we have enough to be getting on with. I need to get Reece and Lindsey caught up with what we do know. Maybe one of them will be able to help us with that question.” “Are you really going to interrupt them?” Max chuckles. “Do you want to do it?” Brandon looks at him with an eyebrow raised

Lindsey I drug Angie down the hall to Reece’s office. She was not getting out of this and I have been on a version of lockdown since the incident at the restaurant. Don’t get me wrong, I love Reece and James and Dominic, but I have had a babysitter at every moment of the day since then. I already have to watch what I do and say in public because of what is going on with the company, but now I feel like I can’t even be myself around my friends. Sometimes a girl just wants to dish about what is going on in her love life without the love of her life being in the room, is that too much to ask? I walk up to Reece’s door, which is wide open, he’s sitting at his desk deep in thought staring at his computer. I knock on the door frame and he looks up quickly like I startled him. “Hey Dove, come on in.” He scrubs a hand over his face like he’s trying to wake himself up. He notices my dragging Angie and looks at us questioningly. “What’s going on?” He raises one eyebrow. “I need a girls

Reece This meeting has been going on for hours and I am about done with all of these guys. They can all go to f*cking hell for all I care. We are all businessmen. We have all done what we needed to do to make our businesses the best, and not all of those things were on the up and up. But, the sh*t that started to fly when I confronted them was ridiculous. No one wants to take ownership for their own involvements, placing blame and responsibility on anyone else in the room including me. I just roll my eyes and rub my temples, a headache forming at their bickering. I can’t even check on Lindsey to see how she is feeling. I made all of us turn off our phones and computers and leave them in another room that is locked. I don’t trust any of these guys anymore. Even Reg, although I don’t think he ever did anything to intentionally hurt me or my company, he has been just as involved as myself with these dealings and we are both going to pay for the greed of the rest of these idiots.

Lindsey The grainy, almost out of focus picture on the cover of the tabloid was unmistakably Reece. He looks terrible. His eyes have dark circles under them and his mouth is set in a defeated scowl. He looks like he hasn’t shaved in days, but he still has his trademark pristine three piece suit on. James and Max are flanking him, both looking equally tired. James has the purpling of a bruise on the upper portion of his cheek close to his ear. That must be from the night of the attack. My chest clenches at the thought of him being hurt so they could get to us. I jolt a little, thinking of the night of the attack. I start frantically searching for the date on the tabloid. It actually takes me a minute to sort through all of the text on the front cover. Apparently celebrities have been busy in the last few days. Finally in the bottom corner, I see it. The date is five days after the night of the attack. So we’ve been here at least that long. I slide that one to the side to

Lindsey “Well that was a sh*tshow!” Dominiques exclaims. “And may I say I’m very impressed with your dramatic storm out.” “I’m not in the mood for your jokes today, Dominique. These people have put my family and friends in danger and have taken us. Save your insecure prattling for someone else.” I put as much venom in my words as possible. Her eyes bug out of her head, and then I see her whole mood change as she storms over to me, her full Diva showing. “I was just trying to lighten the mood, you don’t have to be such a b*tch!” She almost snarls getting as close to my face as she can without touching our noses together. “Of course you were, because you don’t take anything seriously. Is that why you’re thrown around from guy to guy?” I’m so over all of this right now, I’m taking it out on her. But, I want an angry reaction from her, and need her to lash out. “What the f*ck!?! You really are a spoiled b*tch aren’t you? Stop acting like you’re better than everyone else.” “