deposit was in cash?”
Nick arched a brow. “You didn’t know that, either, huh?”
“Ben insisted on taking care of the banking.” She kept her gaze level and steady with his.
“Didn’t you find the inheritance story a bit coincidental? Ben producing cash just when you were turned down for a loan?”
“No.” She paced away. “Maybe. I don’t know,” she said, her frustration coming through in her voice this time.
“Is it possible Ben works for Binelli? Could he be loading and unloading the money without your knowledge?” At her hesitation, he added, “It wouldn’t be difficult for him to convince Binelli you’re in on the scheme.”
She shook her head. “I do the preflight checks. I handle most of the cargo. To smuggle something without my stumbling onto it at some point is nearly inconceivable.”
“Which, since you’re a two-man operation, leaves you.”
“You would see it that way.” She flattened her lips and frowned. “This is getting us nowhere.”
“It’s getting us to a consideration you haven’t even entertained.” Kelly might not fear him, but there was one thing she was truly frightened of. “The scum who assaulted you tonight wasn’t playing at being tough. Binelli only hires the best. And he’ll use whatever methods are necessary to make sure you either can’t or won’t talk to the government. My guess is, if he can’t get to you, he’ll start with those closest to you.”
He saw the horror in her eyes. There was a part of him that regretted being the one to lay it on the line for her, but she needed to know what she was up against.
“Don’t you think I’ve thought of that?” She turned away. “I’ll get a towel and some supplies for your leg,” she said, her voice dull and flat. “The bath is through the door.”
WHEN SHE RETURNED ten minutes later, he had a towel wrapped around his waist. A small amount of blood trailed down his damp leg. She placed the gauze and alcohol, along with scissors, tweezers and tape, on the mattress, then indicated the space next to the supplies.
He sank onto the edge of the bed. “Just take it easy with the alcohol. I’m not big into pain.”
Kneeling in front of him, Kelly shifted the towel slightly to get better access to his upper thigh. The bullet had punched a hole through the thick cord of muscle, taking only a slightly larger piece of flesh as it exited.
“Maybe I should be thankful he was using a copper jacket.”
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