Chapter 4 - Sloan's Real Name
Rafe locked the study door.
Margarite stood near the fireplace.
“You're not a maid,” Rafe said.
Sloan remained calm.
“No.”
“What are you?”
“A private investigator.”
Margarite scoffed.
“That's not enough.”
“No.”
Sloan removed a small identification card.
“My name is Sloan Whitaker.”
Rafe looked at it.
“Who hired you?”
Sloan hesitated.
“Someone who believes you're being poisoned.”
“Who?”
“I can't tell you.”
Rafe's jaw tightened.
“You walked into my house under a false identity.”
“Yes.”
“You watched my family.”
“Yes.”
“You lied to me.”
“Yes.”
“And you expect me to trust you?”
“No.”
That answer surprised him.
Sloan continued.
“I expect you to stay alive long enough for me to prove the truth.”
Margarite stepped forward.
“Then tell us what the three dots mean.”
Sloan looked at her.
“It belongs to a private network of investigators.”
Rafe frowned.
“The Whitaker Group?”
Sloan nodded.
His expression changed.
“I've heard of them.”
“My father founded it.”
Margarite stared.
“Your father?”
“He died investigating a poisoning case involving a wealthy family.”
Silence.
Rafe looked at the files.
“Mine?”
Sloan shook her head.
“Not yours.”
“Then whose?”
Sloan picked up the prescription bottle.
“The same doctor.”
Dr. Lane had treated another family thirteen years earlier.
The father died.
The son survived.
And the investigation disappeared.
Sloan had spent years trying to understand why.
Now she suspected the answer was inside the Castellano house.
But there was one problem.
The doctor wasn't the only person with access to Rafe's medication.
Margarite had access too.
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And Sloan couldn't yet determine whether she was protecting Rafe...
Or protecting herself.
