Hot on Her Heels. Susan Mallery

don’t have a cat,” Garth said.

      “So few men do. Something I’ve never understood. Cats treat their owners with disdain and God knows your gender is constantly falling for women who treat them badly.” Mary Jo grinned. “Sorry. Ignore the rant. So you’re saying I can’t sue the Dallas Police Department?”

      “I’m saying I can’t help you make your case.”

      “Damn.”

      She unlocked her car. Garth slid into the passenger seat.

      He’d spent nearly six hours being questioned. Mary Jo had been present for all but the first thirty minutes. He’d been provided with coffee, sandwiches and plenty of breaks. It had been easy…too easy.

      Deputy Dana Birch would be horrified if she found out, he thought, enjoying the thought of her screaming at some unsuspecting sergeant for not stringing Garth up by his thumbs and beating him with a pipe. If she had her way, he would be tortured into confessing all and then burned at the stake. Of course if she knew him, she would know torture wouldn’t get him to talk. Fortunately for him, Dana wasn’t in charge of the Texas criminal justice system.

      “What about the deputy?” Mary Jo asked. “Deputy Birch. Can I go after her? What was she doing, bringing you in, anyway? She’s not a member of the Dallas PD. She’s from Titanville. There’s something going on there. Maybe I can get her suspended.”

      “Leave Dana out of it,” he said as they left the parking garage.

      Mary Jo glanced at him, eyebrows raised. “Dana? You know her?”

      “We’ve met.”

      “Tell me you’re not sleeping with her, Garth. Tell me this isn’t personal.”

      He chuckled. It was personal, but not in the way his attorney meant. “We’re not involved or even friends. She’s…”

      Dana was his half sisters’ friend. A deputy in the town where his mother lived. She was annoying, stubborn and determined to take him.

      “She’s a friend of the family,” he said finally.

      “I didn’t know you had family.”

      “I’m more the type to have hatched?”

      She sighed. “Fine. I won’t sue Deputy Birch. But tell her to stay out of my way. She’s trouble. I’ve had to deal with her in the past. I know the type. She’s honest and loyal. You know how annoying those two traits can be.”

      He did. Once he’d believed in them. Lately though, he was more interested in results. An attitude that had cost him a lot but insured the win. And right now winning was all that mattered.

      “I have the loan papers drawn up,” Mary Jo said. “Not to keep repeating myself, but you’re totally insane. Jed Titan is never going to accept the terms of the loan. Even if he does need the money, he won’t take it from you.”

      “He won’t know it’s me.”

      “He’ll suspect.”

      “He won’t have a choice. I’m continuing to buy up his company. The shareholders are getting nervous. They know I’m interested, but they don’t know my end game, which is how I want it. Jed has had a lot of bad press lately. The possible treason charges alone cost his shareholders a lot of money as the price dipped.”

      Mary Jo glanced at him, then returned her attention to the road. “I find it interesting that the price of Jed’s stock dropped right when you wanted to buy it.”

      “Funny how it all worked that way.”

      “Tell me you haven’t broken the law.”

      “I have in no way violated Securities and Exchange Commissions guidelines or rules.”

      “Keep it in the gray area,” his attorney advised.

      He’d stepped far beyond that, but not in a way that could be traced to him. Most of his attacks on the Titan family had been more subtle. It kept things interesting.

      “What happens now?” Mary Jo asked. “Or don’t I want to know?”

      “I go to work and start my day.”

      She glanced at him again. “You’re not going to tell me what’s really going on, are you?”

      “No.”

      She didn’t need to know about his plan to destroy Jed Titan or the fact that Jed was his father. Eventually word would get out. He would be branded the Titan bastard, but by the time that happened, he would own Jed’s ass and everything else. He would have destroyed his father, taken possession of all the old man owned. He would have won.

      She pulled up in front of his high-rise condo and parked. She looked at him. “You know you’re my favorite client.”

      “I’m your only client.” Mary Jo worked for him exclusively. It had cost several million to get her away from her high-powered law firm, but she had been worth every penny.

      “I don’t want to see you in jail,” she said. “You’re scaring me and you know I don’t scare easily.”

      “There’s nothing to be scared of.”

      She drew in a breath. “Dana’s tough. Tenacious, driven. She’s a lot like you. If she thinks she has something on you, she won’t stop until she gets you. She’s not someone to be taken lightly.”

      “She sounds like a worthy adversary.”

      “This isn’t a game, Garth,” Mary Jo told him.

      He smiled and got out of her car. “Of course it is. Don’t worry—I always come out on top.”

      DANA STUDIED THE BLUE fabric of her sofa, not that it interested her, but it seemed far easier to think about slipcovers than deal with the woman sitting across from her. But as the silence ticked on, she was forced to look at her friend.

      “It didn’t go well,” Dana admitted, hating to say the words nearly as much as she hated failing. “I took him in and they questioned him for several hours.”

      “And?” Izzy prompted anxiously.

      “And they got nothing. He was friendly, cooperative and didn’t give up a thing.”

      Izzy grinned. “Yes!”

      Dana stared at her. “You know this is the man responsible for the explosion that nearly killed you.”

      “He’s not,” Izzy insisted, leaning forward in her chair. “He didn’t do it, Dana. I know he didn’t do it.”

      “How? Because he told you?”

      “Partially. And because Nick believes him.”

      Which was the problem, Dana thought, annoyed at the complication. Nick was one of the good guys. He also knew Garth better than anyone.

      “I want more,” Dana said stubbornly.

      “I want to trust him.”

      “Wanting something doesn’t make it so.”

      “Neither does denying it.”

      “I’ll get him, I swear I will,” Dana grumbled. “I don’t know how, but I’ll come up with something.”

      “If he’s guilty,” Izzy said, a warning in her voice, which annoyed Dana. “Only if he’s guilty.”

      Izzy was the youngest of the Titan sisters. Lexi, the oldest, had gone through school with Dana, while Skye was a year older than Izzy. They had been raised in wealth and privilege, something Dana refused to hold against them. They were her family. They cared about her and she would do anything for them. Including taking down their half brother.

      About nine months earlier, Lexi had encountered some financial