Trusting Danger (Danger, #2)(47)

But the news wasn’t good. Eleanor was failing quickly.





Chapter Thirty-Eight





Willing her rolling stomach to calm down, Claire made her way into the video visitation center of the DC Jail. Although lawyers could meet with their clients in person, social visits with prisoners were now done by video conferencing. It was much like the Facetime video chats Claire had enjoyed with Gabe from time to time when he was traveling, but then he’d been calling from exotic locations throughout the world, not from a depressing, sterile room like this one. And old-fashioned phone handsets like the ones on either side of the video screen in the booth weren’t necessary.

This was the last place in the world she wanted to be, but Claire needed closure. More than anything else right now, she needed to look Gabe in the eye and ask him why. She’d gone over and over everything in her head for two days now, since she’d gotten the news on Sunday, and now was as ready as she was going to be to confront him.

A guard nodded at Claire when she handed over the visitor’s forms she’d completed, then pointed down the long row of booths, over half of them in use. “Have a seat at number twenty-six.”

After thanking him, Claire walked down the row and seated herself on a round blue stool in front of a video screen, small partitions on either side giving an illusion of privacy. As she stared at the dark screen, she remembered her father’s warning that morning. This visit would be recorded, so she shouldn’t say anything about her role entertaining clients with Gabe. She spotted a camera on the ceiling and eyed it for several seconds before lowering her gaze.

Claire took in the starkness of the room around her, the yellow cinderblock walls and the speckled gray Corian of the booths’ partitions, and tugged listlessly at the strap of her purse.

How had it come to this? Gabe was the last person she’d expected to be sitting inside a jail cell, and for setting up a Ponzi scheme, no less. Why had he done such a thing?

She drew in a breath as the screen lit up and Gabe appeared. He wore a defeated expression that brightened slightly when he spotted Claire’s image, and he gave her a tired smile. He nodded at something the guard was saying before taking a seat at his video station.

As Gabe picked up the handset and held it to his ear, she froze, focused on the orange jumpsuit he wore. His lips moved and she couldn’t hear what he was saying, but understood the words he mouthed. Pick up the phone.

Biting her lip, she picked up the handset on her end.

“Claire, I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve missed you so much.”

She blinked several times as she stared at him. Did he really expect her to be normal, to be the loving and supportive girlfriend? He must not realize she knew about the kidnapping plot.

Alleged plot, the lawyer inside her whispered.

“Is it true?” she whispered. “Were you so desperate for money that you tried to have me kidnapped for ransom?”

“No!” Gabe’s eyes widened as he leaned toward the camera. “It’s not true! How can you even think something like that? I love you.”

“Is the Ponzi scheme true?”

“That’s not something I can discuss right now,” he said, not meeting her eyes. When he looked up again, his expression held longing and sadness. “You’re the one good thing in my life. All I want is to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Nausea spread through Claire at his words. Gabe had fooled so many, had caused so much pain.

Since his arrest three days ago, stories were beginning to emerge on his victims. From young people trying to save for their first house to retirees who’d trusted Gabe with their nest egg, the investors had lost everything—their whole life savings. The media had been focusing on his victims so far and hadn’t spent much time yet on his associates, including Claire, but she suspected that reprieve wouldn’t last for long.

Gabe had spent most of the money rather than investing it, which meant he was no longer able to cover the returns he’d promised his investors, not to mention their original capital. As sick as it sounded, it made sense that he would try to have her kidnapped. Desperate people did desperate things. How many times had her father repeated that these past couple of days?

She recalled the day before, when an SEC agent had come to the house to interview her. Her father had insisted an attorney be present.

Despite her father’s fears, though, the meeting had gone well. The agent had not only been understanding, but sympathetic. He’d seemed to believe her when she said she’d known nothing of Gabe defrauding his clients.

Claire scanned Gabe’s face, looking for some semblance of the man she thought she knew. Thought she loved. But all she could see now was a desperate man who would do or say anything to escape the terrifying situation he found himself in.

“People gave you their life savings, Gabe. They trusted you.” When he didn’t respond, she asked, “How much money did they invest with you?”

He remained silent, his gaze downcast.

“Well?” she demanded.

“I don’t know, Claire. A lot.” His knuckles whitened as he gripped the handset. “I’d never hurt you. Please tell me you know that much.”

She didn’t know anything anymore. Unable to remain there for a second longer, she stood.

“No!” His eyes widened and he half rose from his seat. “Please don’t go.”