Her Billionaire, Her Wolf(46)

“He was,” he said at last, “As for the lies he told about Clement...I require answers.”

Sara shook her head once more.

“But, Braze, your father’s dead,” she said and wondered again if there was not something that ran askew in this beautiful man’s mind.

“I know. I also know that my father lied to both of us and I want to know why,” Braze reached out to take a curl of Sara’s hair and flipped his finger around it.

“We must convince Clement to stay with us, Sara,” he said, then turned back to her and seemed to implore her with his eyes, “I want my father to stay buried. And for that, apparently I need my brother.”

Sara wanted to reply saying that he needed to stop speaking in half phrases. His way of always talking around corners that she could not see for herself, even if it all seemed perfectly clear to him, had become worse than frustrating.

Instead, the captain’s voice spoke over the jet’s sound system requesting that they take their seats in the passenger compartment. It was time to buckle up for the landing.



For only the second time in her life, Sara felt an aircraft touch down and it was even smoother than the first time. Braze had held her hand during the descent, the two of them seated across and facing Clement. As for him, his grey eyes watched them calmly.

Sara thought, even, that his regard was a cold one. Not a word was exchanged between the two brothers, yet both seemed at ease with a situation that made her uncomfortable. The years apart that lay between them seemed a chasm which neither felt moved to breach.

Foolish, stubborn boys is what they are, Sara thought as they received word that they could unbuckle while the jet’s landing gear brakes brought them to a standstill.

The flight attendant came to open the door and lower the folding steps down to the macadam below.

A large black car that Sara recognized pulled up a short distance from them as they climbed down from the jet, but behind this was the sound of sirens in the distance. It was a sound that quickly grew in intensity to be nearly deafening as three police squad cars, their rooftop lights flashing, drove up and blocked their way to the black limousine.

Braze stepped in front of Sara as the policemen got out of their cars, the siren coming to an abrupt halt while the lights continued to revolve and flash.

“Excuse me, sir,” one of the humorless men in uniform said then while looking over Braze’s shoulder at Sara.

“Sara Renardine? You are wanted for questioning in the investigation of the homicides of Frederick Jenkins and Mary Fresci.”

His voice was hard. Like an automaton that had said some slight variation of the same phrase a thousand times over.

“Wait,” Sara said, “What are you talking about? I don’t know anything about those people.”

Barely moving his lips, the officer who had spoken replied, “I’m afraid that we have information to the contrary, Miss Renardine. Mr. Jenkins was the owner and manager of the Sunside Hotel, your current place of residence. Mrs. Fresci was a secretary at the Carlson Temporary Employment agency.”

Like a hammer, his next words fell hard.

“We have hard evidence that you were involved in both crimes, Miss Renardine. Very hard evidence.”

Braze walked forward, his index finger aimed directly at the policeman’s chest.

“Those are strong accusations, officer. Does this mean you are arresting her?”

The policeman slowly shook his head.

“Not at the moment, sir. But we are taking her in for questioning. In the meantime, I suggest that you find her a good lawyer...”

He stepped past Braze and took Sara by the arm.

“...she’s going to need one,” he finished as he pulled her to a squad car.

Sara barely heard him as he told her to watch her head while she got in to the backseat. From there she saw Braze and Clement divided into diamonds by the metal grill separating the front of the car from the back.

Swiftly, Braze followed after them and shouted through the closed passenger door’s window.

“Sara...don’t worry. I have lawyers, as many as necessary. I promise you, this will all be over in less than an hour.”

The image of him became a distorted, blurred thing as her tears came to try and wash away what was happening. But they were powerless to truly change anything as the police car took her away.



Braze let out a long breath then said, “Will you stay while I get to the bottom of this?”

Clement shrugged slightly before replying.

“No. I can’t. There is someone I need to speak to...someone who appears to have an agenda that he’s been keeping from me. As it is, I’m willing to bet that he knows more about what’s happening to Sara than anyone.”