CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY EIGHT

I ended up having a late lunch alone with Jamie in my office, while the guys went their separate ways but my mind wasn't at ease.

How did Jamie know so much?

Did she see grandfather coming in?

Smiling at the memory of her coming on to me earlier and the way she made her entrance, intimidating all the guys except Justin, Whiz and Cam.

I saw Whiz chuckle out something to her not missing her smirk.

She's never that bold and she still doesn't understand that all I want to do is keep her safe until I catch the person who dragged her out in the yard.

All Whiz has picked up so far is the two cops who doesn't belong here so we're investigating that and I do believe that Gwen girl isn't responsible but keeping her safe is also my priority and if I'm suspecting someone, they would think they're in the clear. Even Jerome understands and agrees with me, thankfully!

I left Jamie in our bedroom with the door unlock but I left one man outside to ensure no unauthorized person gets in.

Staring at the men, staring back at me with poker faces, I'm still unable to figure out who's feeding Jamie information concerning what we're doing these days.

"I know it's one of you and trust me, I will figure it out but in the meantime, let's do what we have been doing." I ordered, frowning at Whiz's hand that's up in the air.

Leaning back, I wait for him to continue.

Standing up, he brings his faithful electronic device on my desk.

"Read that" he suggests.

Curling my lips downwards, frowning as I read the article concerning Angela Lawrence's homecoming.

Nodding, because Jamie was on her laptop when I barged in earlier. "Okay that covers the Lawrence girl," pushing his tablet towards him, I leaned back, "now how the f**k did she find out about the old geezer?" Raising my eyebrows, I look around at the men seated in front of me, again.

Chuckling, "is that a bad thing or did she back your f**king ass into a corner?" Justin looks at the other guys who joined in, laugh along with him mocking me.

Scratching my five 'o clock shadow, "do you want to know what she said about the old geezer?" I ask still baffled at her boldness!

Laughing softly, "I can't wait to hear, what the boss lady ordered." Bob snickers.

Shaking my head I fought the urge to yell it out, "she wants the f**king old man to be treated as a guest even in his f**king cell." Gritting my teeth, I glared at all of them, especially when they all burst out laughing.

Tilting his head, Cam looks around the room, "you've got to give her credit, for not being intimidated by you," he shrugs.

Raising his hand again as if he's in a f**king classroom, "and you did say she's your equal," Whiz was quick to remind me.

Rubbing my rough chin, nodding. "Yes, I said that didn't I?" I responded all eyes suddenly turning on Whiz, who still stared at me with that school boy, poker face.

Our meeting was interrupted when Jerome burst into my office, eyes open wide as if something horrible just occurred.

Pushing my chair, I stood up immediately.

JAMIE!

Bent over breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath.

"What the f**k boy, speak." Justin just as concern, didn't have the patience to wait for him to catch his breath.

Waving his phone in the air, "Clyde," he paused straightening up, then starts again, while I took my seat once again, "he called and he's looking for his father," Jerome explains, still panting.

Looking around at the other guys, who appeared just as confused, at Jerome and I.

"Did he check his hotel room?" I asked, my indifference towards my missing grandfather would not tip Jerome off one bit.

Shaking his head, "I didn't ask," he admitted, "but I am confused as to why he called me," raising his eyebrows, Jerome silently questions me.

Turning around to face me, "good question?" Whiz nods, staring at me with the same quizzical expression, "why would he call Jerome?" The f**king as***le asked.

Picking up my phone, "Let's find out" I offered politely, wondering if the Lawrences betrayed me and mention who my grandfather was with last.

Mr. Lawrence answered me on the first ring.

"Logan," he greeted politely.

Getting straight to the point.

"Why the f**k would Clyde Daniels be calling my brother-in-law to find out about my grandfather's whereabout?"I asked, with a poker tone.

"I have no idea, he didn't call me." Mr. Lawrence admitted, pausing. "Did your grandfather mention who the necklace belongs too?" He asks instead.

"No he didn't and I didn't ask again but when I do find out, you and I will pay him a visit together." I warned.

"It would be my pleasure," he agrees, pausing for a moment. "Logan do you believe I would betray you?" Mr. Lawrence asks slowly.

Releasing a heavy breath, "I don't know what to believe with my wife still MIA and me being a target of an unknown accomplice of my grandfather," I paused, "I don't know what to believe.

Mr. Lawrence didn't hesitate to respond, "I would never forgive the man who hurt my daughter, not in this lifetime or no other." Mr. Lawrence pledges, reaffirming his allegiance to me.

Even after hanging up, I was still disturbed.

"Maybe he's fishing?" Bob suggests.

"Maybe," I agreed, Nodding but still suspicious about him calling Jerome.

"Where are the cops?" I asked standing up, quickly. Already heading for the door, while the guys followed behind.

Running to meet me, "I have an idea," Jerome says and runs outside where the cops would be sheltering in the shade.

"Hey," Jerome shouts from across the lawn, "Clyde said to call him."

Who's going for the bait?