They reached Secura, and he drove into the parking garage. As they exited the car, a big form strode in their direction.
Bram.
“You all right?” the big man asked.
“Fine, Bram.” Hadley hugged her friend.
Watching them, Bennett felt a twist in his gut. She clearly trusted this man, and Killian. As the big redhead wrapped his strong arms around Hadley, Bennett didn’t like it.
Jeez, he needed to get his inner possessive prick under control.
Hadley stepped back. “They’re interrogating Kitty Wentworth. Nothing useful yet.”
“Killian updated me,” Bram said. “He said I’m supposed to hang around here. Back you up if you need it. The boss didn’t like you almost getting blown up.”
“I didn’t like it either,” she said with a frown. “Why did L’Orage—I mean, Westley—do that? Give Kitty a bag of explosives to give to Ajay?”
Bennett shrugged. “Kitty said she didn’t know it contained explosives.”
“Westley knew,” Hadley murmured. “And Ajay was supposed to head straight into the heart of the theatre and detonate it.” She lifted her head. “Right where you’d be.”
Bennett frowned. “You think he was trying to kill me?”
“I think everything has been about hurting you in some way. I think Archie was the opening shot to get your attention, and Ajay was upping the ante. Westley knew you were onto Kitty. The explosives were for you, Bennett. He tried to kill you.”
Bennett shook his head. “If he was trying to kill me, it was a dumb plan. Too many things could go wrong. Did go wrong.”
“It doesn’t matter. Even if it didn’t kill you, he knew it would rattle you, and kill one of your employees.”
Bennett frowned.
“Any words on the type of explosives?” Bram asked. “You can tell a lot from how they’re made.”
Hadley shook her head. “All we know is that they were military grade. They’re still being examined.”
The three of them headed into the Secura office.
“Bram, if anyone asks, you’re a communications consultant and we have a meeting,” she said.
The big man scowled. “Communications consultant?”
Bennett hid a grin. Bram was the least likely person to be a communications consultant. He looked like an old-fashioned warrior in a suit; he just needed some warpaint streaked on his face and a broadsword in his hand.
Bennett was trying to figure out a way to steal a kiss from Hadley when Maudie raced over. His assistant was practically jogging, an uncharacteristic look of panic on her face. Her blonde curls were extra wild today.
He frowned. “Maudie—?”
“You should answer your messages,” she snapped at him.
“What’s wrong?”
She blew out a breath, ruffling her hair. “The phones are ringing off the hook. Reporters. Word is out that Secura is selling goods to terrorist organizations.”
Bennett’s stomach dropped.Fuck. He glanced at Hadley.
“Go,” she said. “Deal with it, and I’ll touch base with the communications team.”
Grinding his teeth together, Bennett headed straight to his office.