“Want to help a sister out?” I smiled, stepping inside.
“You bet I do.” She grinned.
“I need you to track Emily’s last location.” I rattled off the phone number. “She went missing three days ago, and her sister is worried.”
She typed away at her keyboard and looked up at the several monitors on the wall.
“Last location was pinged from a tower at 7thStreet and Figueroa.”
“When?” I asked.
“Three days ago.” Morgan glanced at me. “I know you can do this yourself.”
“I figured you’d want in on the action.” I smiled.
“You figured right.” She grinned.
“I need you to pull up everything on Compu Ware Industries. I’m heading there now.”
“I’ll let you know what I find,” Morgan said.
Parker
I pulled into the driveway and didn’t see Paige’s car. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I sent her a text.
Where are you? I just got home.
Can’t chat, babe. Working. See you later.
I couldn’t help but smile when I saw the word ‘babe.’ It was the first time she had called me anything besides Parker or Hamilton.
Just as I climbed out of the car, a black SUV with dark-tinted windows pulled up to the curb. I stared at it, my pulse racing harder than I liked.
The back door opened, a ramp lowered, and a man in a wheelchair rolled onto my driveway.
“Parker Hamilton.” He smiled.
“Depends on who’s asking,” I said.
“Gabriel.” He rolled over to me and extended his hand.
“I was wondering when I was going to get to meet you. Paige didn’t tell me that?—”
“I’m in a wheelchair? Not surprised. It’s not how she sees me.”
“Come into the house, and I’ll pour us a drink.”
He summoned the two men who were with him. Once Gabriel reached the porch, the two men lifted his wheelchair up and into the house.
“Beautiful home you have, Parker. I understand now why Paige loves it here.”
“Thank you. Scotch?”
“Double, if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all.” I grinned. “Did Paige know you were coming?”
“No. I decided to surprise her. Plus, I wanted to meet the man who broke through to her in person. Where is she?”