He narrows his eyes. “Why Australia?”
“I have your first job all lined up. I will be your first client.”
He sits back in his chair. “What is it?”
“Track and find Coby Allender’s accomplice and hand him into the police.”
He stares at me.
“Natasha is not setting one foot on Australian soil with those sick fucks interested in her, and I know it’s only going to be a matter of time before she wants to go home to see her mother.”
“How would I find him?”
I shrug. “You’re the special forces, you tell me. If you can’t, hire someone who can.”
He shakes his head.
“They are murdering innocent women for fun. I can’t live with myself knowing I could have done something to stop it or helped in some way.”
“Why don’t you find them yourself?” He sneers.
I screw up my face. “I’m not taking Natasha to Australia to be the bait, and I know computers, not how to track criminals. I know nothing about this twisted shit.”
He narrows his eyes, obviously deep in thought.
I hold up my hands. “Don’t give me an answer now. Think about if for a few days. I have spoken to Ben and he is prepared to help you get started. He knows what he is doing, this is his field.”
“Will Ben work for me?” he asks, for the first time I see a genuine spark of interest from him.
“Not if I can help it,” I reply honestly. “I want Ben with me.”
“I think Ben wants out of here.”
My eyes hold his. The thought had crossed my mind. He mentioned going back to South Africa yesterday. “He is just adjusting to things. He will get over it.”
He raises his eyebrows in a we-will-see gesture.
“How many staff would I hire?”
I shrug. “Probably start with five men. I have contacts and can get you bodyguard gigs straight away, but I’m sure once word gets out, private jobs will start rolling in.”
“And it would be completely my business?”
I nod. “I want nothing to do with it. Adrian will deal with the finance and that is as far as I want to know. You can sell it down the track if you want and go back to your present job. I don’t give a shit. I want Allender found now. That is my priority.”
He raises a brow and stands to shake my hand. “I will have a think and let you know.”
Natasha
“Table for four,” Joshua asks the waiter at the restaurant.
The kind looking man gestures to a table in the corner. “This way, please.”
Joshua puts his hand in mine and we walk to our seats in the cosy corner. We are meeting his parents for lunch, and quite frankly, I would rather have a tooth pulled out.
“Would you like any drinks?” The waiter asks as he pulls out my chair.
Joshua gestures to me and I narrow my eyes as I think. “Can I have a bottle of Sav Blanc, please?”
Joshua raises a brow. “Ok then,” he mutters under his breath. The waiter turns his attention to Joshua.
“I will have an iced water with lemon.”
Hmm. I look at him, my face deadpan. Why is he so damn healthy all the time?
I see Robert first, and then Margaret. They smile as they enter and Margaret falls into the seat in front of me, placing her wallet and phone on the table. “Hello.” She smiles.
“Hi,” I force out.