Disillusioned (Swept Away, #2)(60)

“I texted and called you because I had to be in contact with you. I didn’t leave you any note.”

“Yes, you did, the night you snuck into my apartment.”

“I only snuck into your apartment the night we had sex.” He looked at me with a worried frown.

“You didn’t cross out Jakob and write Mattias on a letter?” I asked, perplexed, my brain working fast. “The person hadn’t broken in. They had to have had a key.”

“Who has a key?”

“Well, you do. How else did you get in?”

“I was given a copy of your keys . . . by David.”

“What? Why would he do that? And how did he have them?”

“I assumed you’d given him a copy?”

“No. He never even came to my place.” I shook my head and then gasped. “Do you think he snuck into my apartment that night?”

“Possibly.” Jakob nodded. “But not because of you, because of me.”

“Because of you?”

“He wanted to bring me out into the open. He knew I’d find out and he knew that I’d have to get involved again.”

“What do you mean?”

“When I let you return, I came back as well, but I didn’t tell him. I knew he’d want to know what had happened, but I no longer trusted him. He must have realized that something had gone wrong when you called him from the hotel. We were meant to be on that island for two to three weeks. That was the original plan. He obviously knew you’d arrived back, and he was calling me, demanding to know what was going on. I didn’t answer him. I needed time to think. I think David realized that and he was trying to get to you. I think that’s why he was trying so hard to turn you against me and convince you I was Mattias and couldn’t be trusted. He knew when I didn’t contact him when I got back that I was onto him. After Steve went rogue, I knew that there was a lot more going on than I’d thought.”

“You keep saying that! Why didn’t you tell me that when we were on the island?”

“Would you have wanted to listen to me then? You didn’t trust me. And obviously it was for a good reason. I needed to regain your trust by letting you go. I needed you to know that I never had any intention of harming you in any way.”

“I wish you’d at least tried to tell me.”

“I’m sorry.” He reached over and squeezed my hand.

“I have a question for you about the company.”

“Sure.”

“So this merger that’s about to go through, do you think that’s the only reason David wanted me gone?” I sighed. “I don’t understand why he didn’t try and kidnap me again when I returned, if he’d wanted me out of the way so badly. The merger hasn’t gone through yet, has it?”

“The merger goes through tomorrow,” Jakob muttered.

“Where do you think David went?”

“No idea.” Jakob sighed. “I think our best right now is to go back to my place and look at the clues again.”

“Why does it feel like we keep going around in circles? Every time we want to talk to someone they disappear.”

“That’s why I’m not letting you out of my sight. I don’t want you to disappear again.”

“Well, you were the one that kidnapped me last time. Maybe it’s you I should be worried about.”

Jakob shot me a look, but he didn’t answer. Instead he turned on the radio. Lady Gaga’s “Bad Romance” blasted out of the speakers. Was the universe having a laugh at my expense? Or just sending me a message?



I answered the phone on the first ring, wondering who was calling me from a blocked number. I looked at the bathroom door and wondered if I should call Jakob out of the shower so he could hear the call as well, but decided against it.

“Hello?”

“Bianca, I need to talk to you.”

“Larry?” I could hear the shock in my voice.

“Are you alone?” he whispered hurriedly.

“Yes, why?”

“You cannot repeat this to anyone. You’re the only one I trust.”

“What’s going on, Uncle Larry?” I’d slipped into calling him uncle again, even though I no longer considered him family.

“Bianca, I’ve been set up.”

“Sure.” I sighed. “Larry, your lies aren’t going to work now. I know you told David about me wanting the shares.”

“Listen to me, Bianca. I admit I’ve made mistakes.” He paused. “Please, Officer, may I have a few more minutes?” He sounded worried. “Listen to me carefully, Bianca. I can’t talk long. I’m in jail. I’ve been set up for tax evasion, fraud, and insider information.”

“Insider information?” I asked, surprised. “What insider information?”

“You cannot let the merger go through,” he said quickly. “You have to stop the merger.”

“What are you talking about? Why?”

“The Bradley Inc. merger,” he shouted. “He fooled us. I don’t know how I missed it, but you have to ensure it’s stopped. You have the shares. I took care of it. They’re in your name. Go to my house. Go and see my wife. She’ll give you the papers. You need to stop it before it’s too late.”