Jackson: The Sons of Dusty Walker by Alexander Randi

Author:Alexander, Randi [Alexander, Randi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-04-29T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Rori turned the laptop back toward her, scrolling through the file her friend Kiwi had sent that morning. Each one of the accounts on Dusty’s list had been created by his attorney, the town’s attorney, Stanley Benner.

Jackson’s face grew pale. “What the fuck does that mean?”

She sat back in her chair. “I don’t know. You’ll have to ask Benner.” She’d been working on that question all morning. Another thing that seemed too convenient to be a coincidence was the close proximity of the date of Theresa’s private investigator’s invoice and the fact that Dusty had named the file after his wife. Was that part of this mystery? It had to be. “But Benner’s out of town until Friday.”

His gaze shot to hers.

“I checked when I got this list.” If Benner had been in town this morning, she would have gotten in touch with Jackson even if she’d had to drive out to his house and barge her way in. They hadn’t exchanged phone numbers. The thought gave Rori an empty feeling in her stomach.

He paced the room, back and forth a few times, then pulled out his phone. “I could call him, but I want to see his face when I confront him with this.” His words came out clipped, his jaw tight. Dialing, he looked at her then put the phone to his ear. “This is Jackson Walker. I’d like to make an appointment with Mr. Benner.” He paused. “Yes, this is urgent, but no, I don’t want to do this over the phone.”

A few minutes later, he hung up. “Friday, one in the afternoon. He flies in that morning.” Jackson paced again. “It’s going to drive me crazy, imagining what Benner and Dusty were doing.” He pulled out a stack of folded papers from his back pocket and sat on the corner of the table. “Here’s what Abby found.” Jackson showed her the money going out of Dusty’s account, then frowned at her. “What was this? Were they into something illegal together? Was Benner scamming Dad?”

“Be sure to show Benner Theresa’s private eye invoice, see if—”

“Uh uh.” He folded the papers and stuck them in his pocket. “You’re comin’ with me.”

“To see Benner?” She hadn’t expected that.

He took her hands and pulled her out of the chair. “Yeah, to see Benner.” He nodded toward the front door. “But first to turn that Closed sign, then to get hauled upstairs for a few hours.”

Rori couldn’t resist those sweet eyes, those full, sensual lips that she could almost feel on her nipples and on the soft spots between her legs. Pulses of heat beat down low, spiraling a muzzy compliance through her whole body. Glancing at the time on the laptop, she nodded. “I’ve got an hour and a half before—”

Jackson tugged her with him to the front door, flipped the sign while she set the locks and turned off the lights.

“You’re gonna get me in trouble, cowboy.” This time, she pulled him along with her to the back of the building and up the steps to her apartment.

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