“We did, and it’s been confirmed. Money is missing from Swartz, Humphrey, and White accounts.”
“Son of a bitch!” I jumped to my feet and paced. “What are you doing about this?”
“We’re working on it, son. I didn’t want to ruin your holiday with Miranda, but York called to warn me she might be difficult. You need to stay alert while you’re out. Stay in public areas—no private walks. York needs to be able to see you at all times.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Are you saying we’re in danger?”
“No, I’m saying be cautious until we know what we’re dealing with. Pamper her. Wine and dine her all you want, but stay in public places where security cameras and York are in case you were followed.”
I squeezed the back of my neck and inhaled a deep breath.Ten million dollars. Fuck.
“Will? Come join me, handsome,” Miranda called from the shower. “I’ll wash you,” she sang.
“Go. Let her wash you from head to toe.” I heard a smile in my father’s voice. “Try not to worry but stay alert.” The line went dead.
I tossed the phone on the bed, pushing the security breach out of my mind. I only had two days with Miranda before we returned to our busy lives. After Christmas, she had back-to-back events and SJI’s gala in February. We might not get another opportunity like this for a while.
My father could handle the problems at SJI.
Miranda was my top priority.