Chapter 20 Sara Batcher
Sara Batcher
“I was part of the takeover team that came in with the InkRose purchase, and while Sara looks sweet and meek, she’s not.
We spent over thirty hours in negotiation calls with her, and she was ruthless.
Drained every last dollar out of the deal.
I think she would have thrown her own mother into the asset list if she thought it would have sealed the deal at a higher margin. ”
Sara was asleep, one leg flung over Joel’s thigh, when his phone rang. She jerked to life and rolled to the side, propping herself up on her forearm as she watched him fumble for his glasses and then his phone.
“Chief Stanton here.” He coughed.
“Okay.” He glanced over his shoulder at her, and she tried to read his expression in the dark. “Have you called the ME?”
The medical examiner. That meant they had found something. Sara looked through the sheets, searching for her shirt. She should get home in case someone showed up.
“I’ll be there in fifteen. Everything by the book, you get me? Tell forensics to be on point.”
He ended the call and turned on the lamp, flooding the room in soft light.
“They found more?” Sara asked.
“Almost a full skeleton.” He twisted toward her. “Sara, it’s male. Likely between five eight and five ten in height.”
She pulled on her shirt and digested the news. “So it’s David.”
“Could be.”
She rubbed her face with both hands. She needed to be very smart from this point forward, with every single thing she did. “Okay. I should go home.”
“We shouldn’t follow each other through the guard gate. You go ahead. I’ll leave five minutes after you.”
She nodded and pushed to her feet. Her jeans were on the ground near the window, and she hopped on one foot, pulling them on. She grabbed her sneakers and ran a hand through her hair. “We probably shouldn’t see each other again, until this blows over.”
“Agreed.” He sounded grim. Maybe tonight wasn’t the best night for her to have come over.
At least, not for him. She’d been desperate for information and learned more in the last six hours than she had known in the last two years.
Plus, if she hadn’t pushed to stay the night, she wouldn’t have gotten this news—not this quick.
Now she would be prepared when the officers come tomorrow.
She’d know what to expect and would have time to game-plan how to act.
That advantage was worth the lackluster shag and blow job.
She didn’t waste time putting on her shoes. She grabbed her purse and keys and jogged across his front lawn and to her car. Climbing in, she tossed her shoes in the passenger seat and started up the powerful engine.
So, after five years, David had finally shown up.