affair with a very high ticket price. Is that because you want to show off the Benoit?”
“I hope to have a nice evening with invited guests. It’s not about showing off. We picked that venue because it allows us to spill out into Jackson Square and it has a nice garden out back. But this event is about raising more money to help our cause.”
The man nodded but looked skeptical and a bit angry.
Bingo. Gabriel’s gut churned and he stopped taking pictures so he could study the reporter who’d asked that question. The man looked to be in his mid-thirties, with dark, straight hair and stark, almost black eyes. Was he really a reporter? Or a plant? Part of a team?
Gabriel would have to get his editor to access face-recognition technology and run a search online to find out about the man’s credentials. And he could certainly enlarge the picture he’d snapped to see what the man’s press badge said.
“Thank you all for your time,” Lara said, clearly tired and a bit unnerved by the mention of the Benoit. “I so appreciate all of you coming today. But we have a very busy schedule.”
Only Reporter Man wasn’t finished. “What about the trouble at your Garden District home this morning?”
Lara looked shocked, but she lifted that noble chin and stared the man down. “I have no further comments.”
Deidre stepped up to give instructions on where and when the construction would start. They’d need the press there to make sure they got even more coverage. But they would not be answering any more questions right now. Before she left the stage, the girl glared at the intrusive reporter.
Lara stepped down from the podium and met Gabriel behind the portable stage. “Don’t even say it,” she whispered as she moved by him.
He hurried to catch up with her. “Say what?”
“You know exactly what.” She waited for the driver to open the door of the sleek black SUV. “That man asked about the Benoit. And he knows something is going on, obviously.”
“Yes.” Gabriel slid in beside her while Deidre got up front with the driver. “So?”
Lara gave him a quizzical glance. “I guess you wouldn’t know.”
“Know what?” Gabriel waited, wondering what else he didn’t know.
“I haven’t mentioned the Benoit to anyone. The press, I mean. The gala reception is supposed to be a private event and we haven’t published it a lot. Only the people on the guest list know that the Benoit will be on display during the party.”
Gabriel sat up. “Hmm. Now that does make things interesting. So how did that reporter know about the painting being back at Kincade House?”
“I have no idea,” she replied, her voice low. “But this does give me pause.”
“Good. You need to pause and think about the danger of this situation.”
“I’ve thought about that a lot, I can assure you. If I stayed hidden from danger, I’d never leave my bedroom.”
Gabriel could understand her need to keep working, to keep moving. He’d been on his own so long, he’d learned to never be afraid of anything, but right now he had a deep dread inside his heart. “So you’ll allow that something odd is going on. Someone is leaking information, Princess.”
He glanced up front. The driver headed across town and exited off one of the main thoroughfares. Deidre had her nose buried in her smartphone, her thumbs tapping, tapping some sort of message.
Lara’s gaze followed his. “Would you like to stay for dinner again tonight, Mr. Murdock?”
Gabriel couldn’t miss an opportunity to take more pictures and to keep a close eye on the princess. This mystery was growing by the minute. In spite of his better judgment, he had to find out what was going on. He had a story here. A real story. He’d walked away before and that had put him here. It was like déjà vu all over again.
He shot a glance toward the front. “I’d love that.”
“Good.” She looked up again. “I think we have a lot to discuss.”
He nodded, and wondered if the princess had finally seen the light and come to her senses. If so, maybe he could sit back and relax a little bit.
But in the next second, that notion changed. A boom hit the dusk and the SUV started spinning out of control.
“Tire just blew out,” the driver shouted. Deidre screamed and dropped her phone.
Gabriel grabbed Lara, his eyes locked with hers. “Hold on,” he said, pushing her down against the seat.
The impact of the crash set them both up and back down.
He was still holding Lara when the vehicle finally stopped spinning.
FIVE
The silence stretched for a few seconds; then everyone starting talking at once.
Deidre’s sob echoed over the driver’s shouts.
“Everyone okay?” the dazed man kept shouting.
“Good. I think we’re good,” Gabriel said, hoping that was the truth. He searched Lara’s face, his nose inches from hers. “Are you all right?”
She nodded, gulped a breath. “Yes, thank you.”
The rush of adrenaline tapered off while he studied her big, frightened eyes. Ignoring Deidre’s screams and the driver’s foul language, he asked, “Are you sure?”
He didn’t mind holding her in his arms, but he was worried that she’d been injured. Checking closely for blood or bruises, he swept her hair away from her eyes.
“If you’ll please let me up—”
Gabriel sat up and lifted her, his gaze following her every move. “Any pain? Cuts, bruises?”
“I only hit my head, but I think I’m okay.”
Gabriel went into action then. “Driver, are you all right?”
The man nodded, but Gabriel saw a trace of blood slipping down the man’s face. “You need a doctor.”
Before he could check on Deidre, Lara pushed past him to touch the girl on her arm. “Deidre, how are you doing?”
“I’m fine,” Deidre said, crying again. “Just a little wobbly, ma’am.”
“I’ll call for help.” Gabriel opened the door and stared out onto the busy exit ramp. While he explained their location to the 911 operator, he noticed they’d left the freeway and landed on a side street that would take them back to the Garden District. The SUV had rolled up an embankment, probably due to the driver’s expertise. If the tire had blown when they’d been up on the busy thoroughfare, things could have been a lot worse. They might have plunged off the main artery and hit this road head-on.
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