Her social-media accounts. I felt like a damned creep, but I just had to know, you know?”
“And?”
“Nothing. My wife is as sweet and loyal and honest as we both know her to be. Hell, she hadn’t even made a purchase she hadn’t told me about.”
“So why up and leave? You having financial problems? Something that just overwhelmed her?”
“Stocks are up and down. You know the business. But no. Our personal portfolio has enough safe investments to keep us secure.”
“What about work? Anything life-altering happening there?”
“Like, are any of the traders into something they shouldn’t be, you mean?”
It happened far more than Brett would have figured before he’d gotten into the watchdog business. “Something like that.”
“We’re clean,” he said. “We run audits with an independent company, just to make sure.”
One by one, Jeff was shooting holes in the theories Brett had come up with to explain Chloe’s leaving her husband and moving in with Ella.
And not telling Jeff where she was.
“Where is she, by the way?” he asked now, justifying the duplicity implicit in asking a question to which he knew the answer with the idea that all he wanted was to help Jeff.
Jeff took a shot. And then another. He sank four balls in a row, leaving only Brett’s striped balls on the table, and motioned to a side pocket as his call for the eight ball.
He sank that, too. Leaned his pool cue against the table, pulled the rack off its hook on the wall, reached under the table for the balls and began placing them inside.
When the fully racked balls were ready for Jeff to break for the next game, he faced Brett.
“I don’t know where she is.”
Brett could not doubt the sincerity of the response.
And knew an odd second of relief that Ella’s secret was safe.
Because he was still protective of his ex-wife? And because the secret meant a lot to her?
Ella—and her secrets—were no longer in his control, or of his concern.
“She just up and left and didn’t tell you where she was going?”
“Yes.” Jeff, at six-two and two hundred pounds was a big man, but lean. Almost to the point of skinny. With his sandy-blond hair and freckles, his glasses, he looked like the stereotypical guy next door.
“What about her mother? Isn’t Chloe’s mother in Florida?”
“Yes, and Chloe said she isn’t there and begged me not to call her mother and get her all upset. I’ve agreed not to look for her, and in exchange, she’s agreed to answer her cell phone each and every time I call. Or, at the very least, call me right back. I need to know that she’s safe.”
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