she nodded toward the container of brownies as Sara picked it up “—and put those to good use.”
Sara mulled over Evangeline’s words as she drove back toward her apartment. She couldn’t picture Kyle Prescott sabotaging the family corporation, but she forced herself to take a mental step back.
She’d known the man for mere hours. Who knew what he was really capable of?
She shoved the inexplicable flash of disappointment out of her mind for the second time since Evangeline had given her the news.
What had she expected? That Kyle Prescott might be more than handsome packaging and a society pedigree? That he might be innocent of the illegal doings inside TCM?
Was she so naive she’d fallen for his legendary charm just as Evangeline had suggested?
Get a grip, Montgomery. Now.
There had obviously been no love lost between Kyle and his half brother, Peter. Perhaps Kyle was out to hurt TCM, if for no other reason than to sabotage Peter.
Sara had no trouble, however, in picturing Kyle being involved in the oil-investing scheme. After all, he’d out and out declared his support for developing and drilling open land.
The puzzle pieces began to circulate through her brain, her favorite part of the investigative process. Now all she had to do was worm her way fully inside Kyle’s life—and inside TCM.
She patted the container of brownies on the passenger seat, then traced a finger over the address of the all-night dry cleaner Evangeline had recommended. She’d drop off Kyle’s tux jacket and have it repaired, cleaned and pressed by morning.
Tomorrow she’d dazzle the man with her concern, caring and her secret weapon.
She planned to use Kyle for an item on her personal agenda, as well.
Finding her sister’s killer.
Her gut told her Peter Turner might hold the key to the mystery she’d failed to unlock even after all this time.
Kyle’s half brother made her skin crawl, but Sara needed to follow up on what he’d said about Annemarie.
As best Sara could figure, Peter Turner would have been a mere five or six years old at the time of Annemarie’s death, but if he’d found her to be kind and patient, he might have trailed behind her at the last party she’d attended.
Maybe, just maybe, he’d seen something that would finally lead Sara to Annemarie’s killer.
After all, there had been no notes in the investigative file about interviewing a child that fateful day.
If Peter Turner had seen anything, no one had taken notice. Perhaps the investigating officers had overlooked a vital piece of evidence. A key witness.
Sara wouldn’t make that same mistake.
Access to his half brother made cozying up to Kyle Prescott very attractive. The fact Kyle himself might be neck-deep in the oil scheme justified whatever moves Sara needed to make to win the man over.
Sara always got her man.
This time would be no different.
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