Chapter four is here, I hope you'll like it, Tamlin is NOT in this one ;) Still, there's mention of their relationship, not in a good way, so like the rest of the fic, trigger warnings apply for this work, about domestic abuse and mention of domestic abuse.

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She shouldn't have come.

She knew it had been dangerous to follow him, but it seemed to be the only way to find out anything about his activities. Over the last two weeks, Feyre had tried every method to get her boyfriend to talk to her. Talking to him over breakfast had resulted in him skipping breakfast for four days, asking questions after sex had led to her being banished to the guest room for a week, and trying to sneak into his phone had gotten her favorite books thrown around in anger.

So she had decided to try another approach, and now there she was, buried as deep as she could be in the front seat of her car, all her lights out, looking at the front side of a warehouse from the Hybern company where Tamlin and four other people had entered two hours ago.

This had been so pointless, she shouldn't have come. What had she hoped to find? A warehouse with a sign that said "This is where your boyfriend handles drug deals?" She wasn't even sure that he was doing anything illegal. After all, he did work for the company, and he did have a real job that had him going around to warehouses and checking merchandise. She wouldn't learn anything by just sitting here.

She was about to persuade herself to get out of the car and go closer when the door of the building opened, and Rhysand came out, wearing the leather jacket he always wore, and a pair of jeans. He closed the door behind him and took out a phone. She watched him talking on the phone, trying to get what he was saying, hoping that it might shed light on what was going on. He was leaning on the door when she got the impression he was looking in her direction, and she tried to disappear into her car. She stayed down for maybe three minutes, her mind going into overdrive. He couldn't have seen her, it was starting to get dark outside and he was far away from the car. But what if he'd seen her? She needed to check to see if he was looking in her direction. She moved as slowly as she could, getting her head out just enough to check outside, and... There was no one there. He must have gone back in after his phone call. After all, a good five minutes had passed since she thought he'd seen her, so she must have imagined things. Relaxing a bit, Feyre straightened out in the seat and -

A knock on her passenger door.

She let out a shriek and turned, only to find Rhysand looking through the window, smirking. He opened the door and laughed.

"Hey Darling. Looking for something?"
"Oh God, you scared me to death."

"Funny. I thought you were the one spying on people. Bit of advice: next time you want to stalk your boyfriend, try being a little more discreet, alright?"

She didn't answer, letting her heart come back to his normal pace. Rhysand laughed again and slid into the passenger seat. She turned to him as he was closing the door.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Getting in. Or do you want your little sneaking around to be even more obvious by letting me stand outside your car in an empty street?"

She sighed. "I have nothing to say to you."

"Oh, I think you do. What are you doing out here?"

"None of your business."

"But it is, Feyre. See, as I told you when we met, I'm in charge of the security of all the upcoming deals involving Hybern and your boyfriend's family. And I just found someone spying on one of said deals, so obviously, I should report it to all the parties involved. That includes your boyfriend. And I'm not so sure you want him to know you were here. What do you think?"

"You're a prick."

"Most certainly. But that statement doesn't answer my question. What are you doing here?"

She could just lie, say she'd thought Tamlin was cheating on her, or that he had told her to come. But she wanted information. And if Tamlin didn't want to give it to her, maybe she could find someone else who did.

"I want to know how involved Tamlin is. I want to know what's going on in there, what his role in all of is. I want to know if he's actively involved in bad stuff or if he's trying to do something to stop it. I want to know if he's putting himself or others in danger."

Rhysand didn't say anything for a while, staring at her. Finally, when he opened his mouth, his voice was soft.

"Of course he's putting himself and others in danger. He's involved in one of the biggest drug networks of the East Coast, that doesn't come without a price. As for the rest, you should really speak to him about it."

"You don't think I've tried? He doesn't want to tell me anything! You know how I got him to talk, the first and only time we did? He caught me going through his papers and he got so angry that I had to tell him the truth, and we had what was maybe a five-minute conversation about it. Since then, nothing. I can't stay in the dark like this."

"How angry did he get?"

"What?"

"You said he got angry. How angry?"

"He - threw some books. That's not the point. I came here because I hoped I would find something that would help. It's stupid."

"It's not stupid, I get why you would want to know more. But Feyre, you can't just follow him around. These deals… In general, it's safe, but they can get very dangerous, very fast, and you shouldn't stay out here on your own."

"So what am I supposed to do? Say nothing? Stay home and wait for something bad to happen?"

Rhys sighed, ran a hand over his face, and said:

"Go home. I'll try to see what I can do about him talking to you, but you can't stay here. I don't think him knowing you were here will help your case."

He was right of course, she couldn't imagine how furious Tamlin would be if he ever learned she'd followed him. She was about to answer when someone else knocked on the window of the passenger seat, causing her to jump again. It was a woman, probably in her early forties, with bright red hair and dressed in a fancy pantsuit making her look like a businesswoman. Rhysand sighed at the sight of her and rolled down the window.

"What do you want, Sandy?"

"I'm done with the deal in there, so I was going back to the office when I saw you and I thought maybe you'd want to come home with me. Who's the chick?"

"I'm flattered, but still not interested. And she's no one."

"Hey!" Feyre couldn't help but protest, Rhys turned to her with a smile and whispered "Sorry Darling. She's not the kind of person you want knowing who you are," before turning back to the woman. "So anyway, good talking to you, have a nice day," he said as he started pulling the window up. But the women stared at Feyre and frowned.

"Hey, I know you. You're Atwell's girlfriend, aren't you?"

"No she's not, Sandy. She's a friend of mine."

She snorted. "Since when do you have friends, Morgan? And she is his girlfriend, I recognize her from that garden party last month. What is she doing here? Why are the two of you together?"

"Don't get any ideas, Tamlin sent me to stay with her here during the deal, and that's all there is to it. And I don't think your direct superior during this transaction would be inclined to forgive you snooping around his girlfriend. So go." His voice was calm, cold, almost scary if as he'd been talking to her. The woman - Sandy - gave her one last look before she nodded and moved away.

"I'll see you, Rhys. My offer always stands, you know," she said with a ravenous smile before walking away. Rhysand sighed and pulled the window all the way back up.

"What was that about?" Feyre asked.

"Oh, nothing. She's been wanting to get me into her bed for like six months now, but I'm not into her so..."

"Not that. I don't care about your sexlife! I meant, who is she? She knows Tamlin and she was in there."

"She's… a saleswoman. Of a sort. You know I can't tell you anything so stop prying and go home," he said as he got out of the car. And just as he was about to close the door, he added "try to stay out of trouble, Feyre."

She watched him walk back to the warehouse, and once he was inside, started her car and turned it around. She was driving towards the main road when she saw a redheaded businesswoman walking in the same direction. Without thinking too long about it, Feyre slowed down her car when she reached the woman and opened her window.

"Sandy, right?"

Sandy turned to watch her, then turned back towards the street and kept walking, but Feyre didn't quit, she continued driving slowly beside her.

"Sandy, please, I just have a few questions I'd like to ask you."

"I have nothing to say to you."
"Why?"

Finally, Sandy stopped walking, but she didn't look at Feyre.

"Rhysand made it pretty clear that I wasn't supposed to talk to you, and I really don't want to get on his bad side. So leave me alone."

"Look, I gather that you'd like for… something to happen between you and Rhysand, but I can be discreet, he doesn't have to know we talked. I can even talk you up to him the next time I see him, if you want."

Sandy actually laughed at that, and finally, she turned to face her. "You think I don't want to be on his bad side because I want to have sex with him? Girl, you're so clueless, it's laughable. You have no idea how dangerous he is, do you? You just hang out with him while your boyfriend is selling drugs, oblivious of anything bad happening. You have no idea what he does for Hybern Inc., you don't even know what your boyfriend does. No, I don't care if I get to sleep with him or not, I care about keeping my face intact."

And with that, she turned away. Feyre stood still for a second before she got out of the car and called after her.

"You're right. I don't know what my boyfriend does. And it scares me not to know. I need answers, and I need help to get them. Please."

Sandy stopped and turned to her. They stared at each other for a long time before she sighed and answered. "Alright, I'll talk to you. But not now, I have a meeting. Are you available on Friday?"

"Yes, absolutely. Where do you want to meet?"

"Give me your phone number, I'll text you."

A minute later, the redhead was crossing the street into a parking lot, and Feyre was back in her car, a satisfied smile on her face, heading home with finally something to look forward too. At last, she was going to get some answers.