Deadly Proposal (Hardy Brothers Security Book 4) (18 page)

On Friday morning, Grady found Sophie sitting on the floor in the living room sifting through a pile of documents. When they’d gone to sleep the night before, she’d been tucked in at his side and dozing dreamily. He had no idea when she’d woken up, or why she’d stealthily climbed out of bed instead of waking him.

“What are you doing, sugar?”

“Thinking,” Sophie said, glancing up. “Did I wake you?”

“I think the lack of you next to me is what woke me up,” Grady said, running a hand through his tousled hair as he slipped down onto the carpeted floor with her. “Why are you up at this ungodly hour?”

“I’m missing something,” Sophie said. “When I’m missing something, I can’t sleep. I need to find it.”

Grady shifted himself, pushing her body forward from the chair she was leaning on to give himself room to slide into the opening behind her. He pulled her between his legs, his arms around her waist, and rested his head on her shoulder so he could watch her work. “Tell me what we’re looking at.”

“When I talked to James on Tuesday afternoon, he said the prostitutes told him that the woman who killed Cole was supposed to pay him,” Sophie said. “But what I didn’t remember – or maybe it just didn’t click at the time – was the other part of that. According to the prostitutes, Cole said the money was supposed to be transferred into a bank account.”

“Wouldn’t that be the normal way of transacting business like this?”

“Yeah, but Cole Gordon was homeless,” Sophie said. “How does he have a bank account?”

Grady was quiet, thoughtful. “That’s a really good point. You’re so smart.”

Sophie smiled, shivering slightly as Grady kissed her exposed neck. “The question is, how do we find the bank account?”

“What good will finding the bank account do us now?”

Sophie shook her head. “It’s a good thing you’re pretty, because your mind doesn’t always fire on all cylinders when your sleeping pattern is interrupted.”

“It’s a good thing you’re pretty,” Grady challenged. “Because I could find any number of women who wouldn’t verbally abuse me to take your place. I get offers all of the time.”

“Yeah, but they’ll just want you for your body,” Sophie said. “That would cheapen you.”

“And what do you want me for?”

Sophie leaned back, kissing him deeply. “Everything.”

Grady sighed, rubbing his thumb over her hip. “So, you were telling me why the bank account was important?”

“Oh, yeah,” Sophie said, turning back to her documents. “I’m thinking that there’s no way anyone agreed to kill someone without getting at least half of the money up front. I mean, why do a job like that without getting a split of the funds? It’s not like he could go to the cops if he was ripped off. Even someone who was mentally ill would have to realize that.”

“That’s actually a really good idea,” Grady said. “How do we find the bank account?”

“Well, I managed to pull Cole’s records from the VA over at the county,” Sophie said. “I was hoping it would give me an idea.”

“And?”

“Nothing.”

“Can you call the bank?”

“Which bank?” Sophie asked. “Because if you know what bank he had an account at, that would be a great starting point.”

Grady frowned. “I didn’t think about that.”

“I’m guessing his bank was one he could access if he needed to,” Sophie said. “He was sticking close to Mount Clemens.”

“And how many banks are represented in Mount Clemens?”

“Three.”

“Well, that narrows the field down considerably,” Grady said. “Just check those banks.”

“And how do you suggest I do that? Do you think they’re just going to give me what I want because I ask nicely?”

“Can’t you do one of those FOI things?”

“The Freedom of Information Act is for public entities and government,” Sophie said. “Banks are private, and banking records are a mess to try and get access to.”

“Oh. Right.”

“I do have another idea,” Sophie said.

Grady grinned. She
always
had another idea. “What’s the idea?”

“You’re not going to like it.”

Grady’s grin faded. He knew what she was going to say before she said it.

“I’m going to ask Peter for help.”

Grady groaned. “You’re going to ask your mobster foster father to dig into financials for you?”

“Do you have a better idea?”

Grady shrugged, feeling helpless. “No … but … .”

“We have a ticking clock here,” Sophie said. “James has managed to keep Mandy locked up for three straight days, but she’s already going stir crazy, and I don’t blame her. Don’t ever try that shit with me, by the way.”

“Duly noted.”

“We need information, and the information we need is not something we can get without a little help,” Sophie said.

“And you think Peter can help you?”

“I think he’s the only one who can help me,” Sophie said.

Grady sighed, giving in. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

GRADY
hadn’t yet had the opportunity to visit Peter Marconi’s home, even though he and Sophie had been together for almost eight months. The handful of times he’d seen the man, it had been at Sophie’s much smaller split-level ranch. Grady preferred it that way.

Peter’s home – more of a mansion, really – was located on the Lake St. Clair side of Lakeshore Drive in the ritzy Grosse Pointe area. When they pulled in through the wrought-iron gates, Grady fixed Sophie with an incredulous look. “You lived here?”

“For several years,” Sophie said. “It’s homier than it looks.”

“It’s something,” Grady said. “I don’t even know what to say about it.”

“Just compliment it,” Sophie said. “He loves this place, and he’s proud of it.”

“And who are those guys?” Grady asked, pointing at the two men in suits – both with noticeable bulges underneath their jackets. “Are those cousins?”

“Don’t be cute,” Sophie said. “They’re security. If you’re uncomfortable going in there, you can wait out here. I have no idea how long I’ll be.”

“I’m coming,” Grady grumbled, pushing the door of his truck open. “Someone has to keep an eye on you.”

“Peter would never hurt me.”

“Whatever,” Grady muttered.

Peter Marconi, a red smoking jacket offsetting his graying hair, met them at the door. Grady had to swallow the urge to cough the word ‘stereotype’ into his hand when he caught sight of the man. Sophie greeted her foster father with a warm hug, while Grady opted to give him a stiff handshake.

“Mr. Hardy,” Peter said, nodding. “I see you’re still shadowing my Sophie.”

“I’m trying,” Grady said. “She’s not easy to shadow sometimes. She doesn’t like being smothered.”

“She’s a firecracker,” Peter agreed, ushering them inside.

After a quick tour, which Peter insisted on, the three of them settled into his personal library. Peter sat in the chair behind his desk, while Sophie and Grady opted for seats on the other side.

“So, how can I help you?”

“I need financial information,” Sophie said, catching Peter up on the past month of their lives as quickly as possible.

When she was done, Peter was thoughtful. “And you think this Cole Gordon will have a money transfer in an account?”

“I do,” Sophie said. “We need to find it.”

“Because you want to figure out who hired him,” Peter said. “You’re always thinking.”

“The thing is, I can’t access that information,” Sophie said. “I’m sure the cops will at some point, or maybe I’m giving them too much credit, but I’m not working on their timetable. I don’t think that Mandy has that much time.”

“And you like this Mandy?”

“She’s my friend,” Sophie said. “She’s … she’s like family.”

“Okay,” Peter said, not offering any argument. “Let’s see what my man can find.”

“I would start with the three banks in Mount Clemens,” Sophie suggested. “He would want to stay close to the funds.”

“Let me make a call.”

TWO HOURS
and one big lunch later, one of the men from the front door walked into the dining room and dropped a file onto the table next to Peter Marconi. Grady watched the exchange, which essentially amounted to Peter giving the man some sort of silent order which resulted in the guard leaving the room wordlessly.

“You’ve got them on a tight leash, huh?”

Sophie kicked Grady swiftly under the table. “Don’t.”

Grady rubbed his knee, never taking his eyes from Peter’s face.

“There are different ways to run a business, son,” Peter said. “I run mine in a specific manner. I’m sure you and your brothers have your own way of running a business. What works for you probably wouldn’t work for me.”

Peter flipped open the file, scanning the documents inside. “Well, my dear, it seems you were right. I don’t know why I even bother to doubt you anymore.”

“Me either,” Sophie teased. “What did he find?”

“Cole Gordon has an account at Fifth Third bank,” Peter replied. “It was opened six years ago, and there’s been minimal activity on the account for the bulk of that time.”

“But?” Sophie prodded.

“Four weeks ago, there was a wire transfer into the account. It was one lump sum, and it was for twenty grand.”

“That doesn’t seem like a lot of money,” Grady said. “I would think a hit would cost more than that.”

“It depends on who you get to do the hit,” Peter countered. “A professional costs much more. This was a homeless veteran with a specific knowledge base. Twenty thousand to him is going to seem like hitting the lottery.”

“Plus, he was probably getting another twenty grand after the job was done,” Sophie added. “He could have lived off of that money for years.”

“Very true,” Peter said.

“Does it say who transferred the money?” Grady asked.

Peter shook his head. “There’s no name. A name isn’t required for a financial transfer like this.”

“Crap,” Sophie said.

“There is, however, a location from where the money was transferred,” Peter said. “And I think this location is probably going to be just what you need to lead you to a name.”

“Why?” Grady asked.

“It’s your hometown, son,” Peter said, sliding the file across the table so Grady could look at it.

“My hometown?”

“You’re from Barker Creek, right? Well, according to this, that fund transfer originated in Barker Creek.”

Grady’s heart was thundering. They were finally getting somewhere.

“I still don’t understand why we’re driving up there?”

Sophie, sitting in the passenger seat of Grady’s truck, hadn’t stopped complaining since they’d hit the highway heading north.

“Because it’s easier to sweet talk someone at the bank into giving me what I want in person than it is over the phone,” Grady replied. “It’s a four-hour drive. It’s not like we’re going to Texas.”

“I know,” Sophie said, rubbing her neck where the seatbelt chafed against it. “I’m just not big on road trips.”

“I think you just don’t like sitting still for this long,” Grady countered. “You didn’t have to come with me, you know. If you’re really this antsy, you could have stayed home.”

“You would have missed me too much,” Sophie shot back.

The smile on Grady’s face was sly. He reached across the console, capturing Sophie’s nervous hand with his and bringing it up to his lips. “I think you’re the one who would have missed me.”

“Oh, please,” Sophie scoffed, leaning back in her seat. “You would have cried yourself to sleep.”

“While I would have missed some of your finer attributes – and sleeping without you wouldn’t have been fun – seeing my parents probably would have kept me from throwing myself off of a cliff because I was debilitated with sadness without you,” Grady said.

Sophie froze. “Your parents?”

“Yeah,” Grady said, not missing the terrified look that flitted across her face. “They still live in Barker Creek.”

“I didn’t think of that.”

Grady smirked. “Are you nervous to meet my parents?”

“No.”

“Oh, my, the great Sophie Lane is scared to meet the parents,” Grady teased. “As I live and breathe, I never would have guessed such a thing.”

“You’re such a pain,” Sophie grumbled, reaching over to turn the radio up.

Grady let her stew, but when the silence hit the half-hour mark, he turned the radio back down. “What are you scared of?”

“Parents don’t like me,” Sophie said. “I’m not … likable.”

“Why do you think you’re unlikable?”

“People think I’m cold,” Sophie said. “I was raised by a mobster, after all.”

“They’re going to love you,” Grady said. “You have nothing to worry about. Trust me.”

“They probably think I’m like Mandy,” Sophie said. “I’m not full of sunshine, and I don’t mix in with new people as quickly. She has a gift. Her they like.”

“They love her,” Grady agreed. “They’ve also known her since she was a teenager and they found her and Ally putting bright pink streaks in their hair in the upstairs bathroom. Mom never did get that color out of the towels.”

Sophie was silent.

“It’s going to be okay,” Grady said. “I promise they’ll like you. Plus, look at it this way, I’m finally going to get some action in my childhood bed. That’s been a dream of mine since I was twelve and I got my first erection.

“Of course, to be fair, the poster on my ceiling back then was Katie Holmes,” Grady continued. “You’ll do in a pinch, though.”

Sophie was horrified. “We’re staying at your parents’ house?”

“Um, yeah,” Grady replied. “Barker Creek doesn’t have any hotels.”

“Oh, no,” Sophie said. “This is horrible.”

“It’s going to be fine.”

“I might cry,” Sophie warned him.

“You’ll be fine. I promise, I won’t let my parents terrorize you. They’re going to be curious, probably ask you a bunch of questions, but I’ll make sure they keep the water-boarding to a minimum.”

“Oh, I’m totally going to cry.”

THREE HOURS
later, Grady pulled his truck into the driveway of a small, two-story house on a corner lot. The house was nothing special, white vinyl siding with yellow trim, but in her mind, Sophie could picture the young Hardy boys playing in the double-lot yard. She could almost imagine smaller versions of Mandy and Ally joining them, ribbons and braids flying through the air.

“It’s not like the house you grew up in,” Grady said. “But it’s home.”

“It’s great,” Sophie said. “This feels like a home. I bet you guys used to play football in the side lot, didn’t you?”

“And baseball,” Grady agreed. “And soccer. Mandy and Ally taught themselves how to do cartwheels out there.”

“It’s like a Norman Rockwell painting.”

“Come on, sugar,” Grady said, tugging on her hand. “Let’s go and meet the folks.”

Sophie found herself clinging to Grady’s hand once they were on the front porch of the house. Grady gave her a quick, steadying kiss, and then he pushed through the front door.

The woman who greeted them in the foyer was short. She had the same dark hair her children boasted, but her eyes were green and kind. Her hair was clipped above her shoulders and shot through with a few streaks of gray, but she was well put together. She was wearing an apron, wiping her hands on it when she caught sight of her middle son.

“Grady Hardy, you are in so much trouble for staying away for so long,” she announced, her hands on her hips. Ally looked just like her when she did the same thing, Sophie realized.

“Sorry, Mom,” Grady said, lowering his head sheepishly. “It’s been a busy couple of months.”

The woman’s face softened as she pulled her son down so she could give him a hug. “Oh, who am I kidding? You’re forgiven.”

After suffering through a smothering hug, Grady managed to put some distance between himself and his mother. “Mom, this is Sophie. Sophie, this is my mom.”

“Mrs. Hardy, it’s so good to meet you,” Sophie said, extending her hand.

“Call me Rose, dear,” the woman said, ignoring her hand and pulling Sophie in for a hard hug. “You’re so pretty. The pictures Ally emailed me don’t do you justice.”

Sophie’s eyes widened. “Ally emailed you pictures?”

“Ally is gossipy, dear,” Rose said, patting Sophie on the arm. “She sends me new pictures every week. I know what you and Emma both look like. In fact, I feel like I know you already. Ally tells me everything.”

“Oh. That’s … .”

“Invasive,” Grady supplied.

“That’s a little sister’s duty,” Rose replied. “Besides, Mandy is the one who emailed me pictures of that boy, Jake, who Ally has her eye on. So Ally is getting a little taste of her own medicine. She probably won’t think it’s so funny anymore.”

Grady snorted. “Does Ally know about that?”

“I don’t think so,” Rose said, leading them into the kitchen so she could watch over the pasta sauce she was making. “I hope you like Italian, dear,” Rose said. “I’m making Grady’s favorite, homemade spaghetti and meatballs.”

“Yum,” Grady said, rubbing his stomach. “I’ve missed your cooking.”

“Sophie doesn’t cook?”

Sophie’s face reddened. “I … .”

“She doesn’t cook,” Grady said. “She’s a whiz with a takeout menu.”

Rose smacked the back of Grady’s head lightly. “You like Italian, dear, don’t you?”

“I love Italian,” Sophie said. “It sounds great.”

“Oh, that’s right, you were raised by a mobster,” Rose said. “You probably ate Italian a lot when you were a kid.”

Sophie raised an eyebrow, glancing at Grady worriedly.

“Ally told you that, too?” Grady asked, pulling out a chair so Sophie could sit at the small table in the center of the room. “I’m going to kill her.”

“Ally is just a chatty girl,” Rose said. “You can’t blame her for that.”

“Oh, I can blame her for … .”

“Oh, look, your father is home,” Rose interrupted him. “He’ll be so happy to see you. Although, he’s not very happy about the circumstances of your visit, if I’m being truthful. I’ll tell you what, we’re just lucky that our poor Mandy wasn’t hurt too seriously.”

“She was hurt pretty bad, Mom,” Grady said. “If you’d seen her right after, well, it would have made you cry. It’s a miracle she survived in the first place.”

Rose nodded, her eyes glazing over with tears at the mere thought. “We got very lucky. That girl is a part of our family, and we don’t just let people leave this family. You better keep that in mind, Sophie.”

Sophie blushed. “I … um … .”

“She’s nervous, Mom,” Grady chided. “Give her a break.”

“Oh, mind your business, worrywart,” Rose said. “She’s fine.”

When Grady’s father entered the room, Sophie found the familiar brown eyes she’d come to associate with the Hardy family staring out from his handsome face. That’s where the similarities ended, though. Louis Hardy was tall, like his sons, but he was also blonde and fair.

“You must be Sophie,” he said, clapping his son on the back and extending his hand. “I can’t tell you how nice it is to finally meet you.”

“Mom has been giving her an earful,” Grady said. “I think she’s making Sophie nervous.”

“Don’t let her get to you,” Louis said. “She likes to give all her children and their significant others a hard time. That’s what a mother does.”

“I think she passed on that trait to Ally,” Sophie said, not realizing how it sounded until the words escaped her mouth.

Louis chuckled, sliding into the open chair next to Sophie. “Ally is definitely her mother’s daughter.”

“That’s probably why Ally is your favorite,” Grady teased.

“Probably,” Louis agreed. “How is my girl?”

“She’s fine,” Grady said. “I think she’s almost done with her classes.”

“That’s good,” Louis said. “I worry that she’s so … scattered when it comes to work.”

“We can always give her a job at the office,” Grady said. “James has been talking about adding a secretary, and maybe even another body to do the investigative work.”

“That doesn’t sound like James,” Louis said. “He’s too much of a control freak.”

“Yeah, but he needs his time with Mandy,” Grady said, thanking his mom when she pushed a beer onto the table in front of him. “You know they’re looking for a house, right?”

Rose smiled. “Ally might have mentioned it.”

“I bet,” Grady said, smirking.

“Ah, how is my Mandy?” Louis asked. “I have always had a soft spot for that girl. She was always such a sweet thing, until you got her hackles up, of course. Then she was a total fireball. Knowing she’s the one who finally tamed James makes my old heart happy.”

“She’s better now,” Grady said. “It was rough there for about a week.”

“And how was James during that time?” Rose asked.

“He was a mess at the hospital,” Grady said. “He was in shock, and when she didn’t wake up right away, he was worried she never would. Then, she was kind of hopped up on medication and in a lot of pain for the next week. It was … ugly.”

“You can’t keep that girl down,” Louis said. “She’s tough. They survived the week, and they’ll continue to push forward. She’s strong.”

“She’d have to be to put up with James,” Grady said. “She’s actually really good for him. You should see them together.”

“We’re planning a visit down,” Louis said. “In a few weeks, when things are settled, we’ll head your way. We want to meet Emma as well. I guess we’re going to have to meet this Jake, too.”

“I always had a feeling about James and Mandy,” Rose said, checking her meatballs in the oven.

“You did not,” Grady said.

“I did, too. He always had a way of looking out for her,” Rose said. “He didn’t have those kinds of feelings for her back then. I would have tanned his hide if he did. He was still drawn to her. I don’t think he realized it. And her crush on him was downright adorable.”

“Well, they’re drawn to each other now,” Grady said. “It’s a little sickening sometimes.”

Rose reached over, swatting Grady on the back of the neck with a wooden spoon. “You leave those two alone. I want a wedding, and they’re my best shot right now.”

“I don’t think they’re going to get married right away,” Grady said. “James would tell me if he was considering something like that.”

“A mother can dream,” Rose said. “Speaking of dreaming, I pushed two of the beds together up in your old room. I’m not sure how comfortable you’ll be.”

Grady’s eyes were gleaming when he glanced at Sophie. “We’ll be fine.”

“I oiled the bed springs, too,” Louis said.

Grady choked on the swig of beer in his mouth. “What?”

“Oh, don’t demean yourself that way, son,” Louis said. “I’ve seen the girl, and I think like a man. I know exactly what you’re going to be doing in that bedroom tonight.”

“Dad,” Grady hissed, inclining his head in Rose’s direction. “Don’t say stuff like that with Mom in the room.”

“Don’t be such a prude, Grady,” Rose said. “I’m the one who told him to oil the springs. I’m just glad that our bedroom is at the opposite end of the house.”

Sophie wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

“So, what are you going to do tomorrow?” Rose asked. Sophie got the feeling she was trying to change the subject for her benefit.

“I’m going to the bank,” Grady said. “I need to find out who wired that money.”

“Well, the good news is that Anna Shepherd is an account manager there,” Louis said. “She should be more than willing to help you.”