All Chapters of My Husband Married Me For Revenge : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Audrey's POVDaniels' office smelled like burnt coffee and old paper, the same as the night we'd first sat in it eleven months ago, except that now the window had been repaired and the filing cabinet had a new lock. He'd laid everything out across his desk before we arrived: the Ashworth inspection filing, the lake house letter, and a third sheet I didn't recognize, a photocopy so grainy it looked like it had survived a fire."Sit," he said, then looked at Thane. "You especially."My father sat. I'd never seen him take a chair without first deciding where the exits were, and it told me more about what he expected than anything Daniels could have said."The handwriting first," Daniels said. "I had it looked at by a man I trust, someone who does this for courts. He says the forger is good, better than good, but not perfect. Every capital T slants two degrees too far. It's a habit, the kind you can't hide when you're copying someone else's hand for years." He tapped the letter. "It's on

Audrey's POVThe lock turned on the far side of the door, and that was worse than if someone had walked through it.Daniels crossed the office in three strides and tried the handle. It gave a quarter inch and stopped. He tried again, then put his shoulder to the wood, and the door didn't so much as rattle."Deadbolt," he said. "Outside. That door only opens from my side with a key, and there are two of them. One's on my ring." He held it up. "The other's in a drawer in my desk."Reid was already pulling the drawer open. Empty."Since when," he said."Since never. It was here this morning." Daniels stood very still, and I watched him do what he did best, which was to take fear and turn it into a list. "Whoever took it was in this office before we were. Which means the map and the key in your coat were the first half of something, not the whole of it.""Or a distraction," Thane said. He hadn't moved from his chair. He was staring at the little pencil map as if it might speak. "Something

Audrey's POVNobody spoke for the first ten minutes. The sedan slid through the back streets with its headlights off, and I sat pressed between the door and my father's shoulder, watching the city thin out into warehouses, then fences, then nothing.The driver finally lifted his cap and set it on the dash. His hair was cropped close and going gray at the temples, older than I'd thought."Teague," he said. "In case you were going to ask. I'd rather you didn't have to keep calling me him.""Who do you work for?" Daniels said."Right now? Whoever's paying me to keep these four alive." He checked the mirror. "For eleven years, Sterling Calloway. He found me in Prague. I was doing something I'm not proud of, and he offered me something better."Reid hadn't moved since we left the alley. He sat pressed against the far window with his gun still in his lap. "My father sent you to follow me.""To watch over you. It's not the same thing, though I understand it feels like it.""You were on that

Chapter 88Audrey's POVNobody breathed.Cam stood in the doorway with the rain running off his coat onto my mother's floorboards. He looked at Reid first. Then he looked at the gun at Reid's hip. Then he looked at me."You're holding her coat," he said.I looked down. I still had both fists in it. I hadn't noticed."Audrey," Cam said. "I know what you think of me.""You don't," I said. "You haven't known for a year.""That's fair."He stayed where he was. He didn't come in. One hand hung at his side, and the other held something small, closed in his palm. His left leg was taking most of his weight. The scar ran from his ear to his chin, pale and clean, and it pulled his mouth a little crooked when he talked.Reid hadn't moved. I could see the side of his face. A muscle in his jaw kept going tight and letting go."You were in the ground," Reid said."I was in a box," Cam said. "That's not the same thing."My mother made a sound close to a laugh. Nobody looked at her."Who told you we'

Audrey's POVTwo fingers.Not a wave. I knew it the way you know your own handwriting.When we were eleven, Blair and I shared a bedroom window and a secret system. Two fingers lifted once meant run. Twice meant I'm fine, stay. She had used it the night my grandmother's dog got out. She had used it the night the school called the house about the fire alarm.She had only ever used it once in a row when it was real.Once.I didn't move my face. I had spent a year learning how."Reid," I said, barely a breath. "Don't shoot him.""Audrey.""Not yet."He didn't lower the gun. But his thumb came off the hammer, and that was enough.The uncle noticed. Of course he did. He noticed everything. He turned his head toward me like a man hearing his name in another room."You've seen her," he said."I've seen a car.""You've seen your friend.""I've seen someone sitting in your car.""Her choice, Audrey. I don't drag people across lakes." He opened his hands. "Ask her yourself. She'll be glad to te