“Yes, definitely,” she agreed immediately. “I don’t think I’d be comfortable being here alone without it.”
“You’re not going to be alone.”
“What?” she asked, looking over at me, brows scrunched. “Aren’t you an investigator? Not private security?”
“Sometimes we do both,” I told her. “We even have safe rooms at the office if we need them.”
“That’s good to know. Are your offices close?”
“They’re in Navesink Bank.”
“New Jersey?” Miranda asked. “Why would Cam go to New Jersey for an investigator?”
“Because we’re the best there is,” I told her, shrugging. “We’re known for dealing with a more elite clientele. Which is likely how Cam came across us.”
“You’re going to travel into the city all the time to handle my case?”
“For what you’re going to be paying us for, baby, we will squat in a tent on your balcony if it is necessary.”
“There is a team?” she asked.
“Yes. I am taking the lead on this, but we also have Sawyer, the owner, as well as Tig. We will all be on this case, but I am likely who will liaise with you personally. If that is acceptable with you,” I added with a small smirk.
I hadn’t missed the eye-fucking she’d done when I’d first turned around. Even if she’d been willing to bash my head in with a goddess statue for being in her place uninvited.
“That will be fine,” she said, averting her gaze.
“How is the security at your workplace?” I asked.
“There are guards in the lobby. You can’t get into the elevator without signing in and getting a pass. Then to get to my office personally, at least a dozen people will see you. And it is a glass office, so there’s no way something could happen to me in there.”
“Okay. That’s good. So you’ll be safe when you’re there. I can use that time to investigate. Then I can meet you back here when you are done with your workday.”
“Every day?” she asked, likely not used to having people in her personal space.
“Until the cameras are up and working, yes. And then anytime there is something to discuss on the case.”
“Okay,” she agreed, exhaling hard.
“Hey,” I said, voice soft, waiting for her gaze to lift to find mine. “It’s going to be okay,” I told her.
“It needs to be,” she said. “So what is the plan for tonight? I’m assuming there isn’t enough time left to get a new security system in here?”
“There’s always enough time if you are willing to pay. But, personally, I wouldn’t just want to take anyone’s system in a situation like this. I would want the good shit. And that is going to require a consultation.”
“Alright. And you can set that up?”
“I have them on stand-by. Give me a time that works for you.”
“Tomorrow evening. When I finish work.”
“And when do you finish work?” I asked.
“Typically after seven or eight. But I will cut it early tomorrow. Will six be too late?”
“No. That’s fine. I will let them know,” I told her, already reaching for my phone. “Speaking of phones. Cam is coming by sometime to drop off yours. My number will now be in there, under my name. Sawyer and Tig’s numbers will be there as well, just in case you can’t get in touch with me.”
“Okay. Good. Do you really anticipate there being more problems from this person?”