His chuckle sounded. Raymond Evans was one heartless son of a bitch.
“Des, you can fix this. I know you can. Don’t they know…”
She cut him off. “They are going to find you and kill you, you damned fool. Stay hidden, Dad! Stay hid…”
Quickly, I jerked my phone from the table and ended the call. Even after knowing what he had done, Desiree continued to protect her father. Arjen’s angry sneer was aimed at the phone gripped in my palm before he lifted it to meet mine.
“Raymond was lying through his teeth. He made the deal with us months ago, so that it could go through the syndicate. I didn’t give him a dime of the money until everything was finalized two weeks ago. So, he was planning with Angel after he had brokered a deal with us. If I had married Desiree on time, we would have been his security blanket. Hell, we still might be.”
He was speaking with I already knew. Arjen turned his heated gaze on Desiree. “It may take a week, a month, but he is going to make a mistake that will lead us right to him.”
The irritation Arjen had directed at Desiree was dissolving into something resembling curiosity, as they seemed fixed in a trance, glaring at each other. My gaze bounced back and forth between the two. Had Arjen noticed what I’d noticed about Desiree’s conversation with her father?
Desiree was hiding something. If she thought I’d missed the fact that she had cut her father off in the middle of one of his sentences, she could think again. He also seemed confident that she could fix this standoff happening between us and the FA. I believed she knew exactly where her father was hiding.
She glanced at me, her face creased with deep sorrow, knowing without asking what would happen. “I’m going to kill your father, Desiree.” She didn’t reply, knowing that what I had spoken was the truth.
Why did it feel like something was off, like one key puzzle piece was still missing from this situation?