The Plan
Matt had to admit that it was not a good plan. He had worked with Angie for over three years, had been in more weirdly dangerous situations than he cared to remember. He knew what she had started was dangerous. If it went wrong then there was a very good chance one or both of them would end up in the hospital, or worse. He closed his eyes as he waited, knowing that telling Zoe to contact Danica and Maz was the only good thing he had done since Angie had come up with the plan. Sat in the shadows in the back room of their office he knew all he could do was wait.
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"And you are sure about this?" Danica asked as Zoe sat on the back seat of the police car between the two police officers. "Angie doesn't sound the type of person to get involved with stuff like this."
"You haven't known her long." Maz answered. "When it comes to her Dad and protecting his memory there really isn't any limit she wouldn't go to."
"I'm sure." Zoe paused. "I don't really understand what has been going on but Angie didn't want to go to the police. Apparently she thinks this is a family matter, but you guys should have seen the state of the office when I found it. I mean, woah." She waved her hands. "It looked like a tornado had gone through there. And with no sign of Angie. I thought Matt was gonna explode."
"Why are those two not a couple?" Danica sighed.
"I know right!" Zoe answered. "I work with them. They are crazy about each other but neither will admit it."
"Guys! Please!" Maz pulled a face. He didn't want to think about his friends' relationship. He knew they cared about each other and that was as far as he wanted to go. Making the arrest and making sure the couple were safe was all he cared about. He focused on the building a few feet away from where he had parked the car. He had a feeling he was in for a long wait.
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Angie turned the lamp on so that her desk was partially illuminated. The place had once been her second home. She had loved it there but since that morning when Carver's men had ransacked the place she had found herself not wanting to be there. It seemed she would find any excuse not to be there alone, the thought angered her. She was not the sort of woman to just give up. Carver had frightened her but he had not broken her and there was no way she was going to let him. She glanced at the unlocked door, knowing Carver would take the bait. She knew he would think he had the upper hand and in that moment she was inclined to agree with him. The door creaked open as she raised her head.
"Angela."
"Evening." She looked at the older man.
"You took my friends seriously. I am glad." He narrowed his eyes as he walked towards her. She wanted to scream, hoping that Matt would be able to hear what was going on.
"Spending a couple of hours locked in a cupboard focuses the mind." She glared at him. He smirked. "Your issues, your fight isn't with me. It never was."
"Bruce died." He nodded. "Unfortunate."
"You could call it that." Angie paused as she looked him in the eye. "You do know he never told me a thing about any of his dealings with you?"
Carver shrugged, holding his gun directly in front of him, pointed at her head. For a moment she wondered what it would be like to have a bullet in the brain. Would she know? Would it be painful? She narrowed her eyes as she silently prayed she wasn't going to find out.
"I came for my money Angela."
"You were blackmailing him." Angie paused. "You know he would never give you the money. He died before you could ruin him."
"And if you don't pay his debt now then I will ruin you. I am owed, Angie. I am owed." The thick set man tilted his head as he watched her. "This company is built on Bruce Everett's reputation. I could destroy this company and you as well as your precious father's memory."
Angie nodded. "The money is in the safe." She got to her feet as he kept the gun pointed at her. She hoped Matt was doing what he was supposed to. She felt her stomach churn as she heard the gun click behind her.