Inside, he saw how everything was displaced and realized the police must have claimed probable cause and gone in and searched his house. His computers—all of them—were gone. Going out to his garage, he saw that his safe had been taken, too.
He couldn’t very well go to an internet café and do what he needed to do. Now what?
Leaving his house, he jogged back to Julio’s car and got in, undetected. He drove to Damen’s house next, finding a hidden key he’d seen him use before. Damen hadn’t thought to move it. He hadn’t thought Korbin had noticed where he kept it. With a final glance around, he unlocked the front door to get in. There were no cops watching Damen’s house. He went to Damen’s computer and emailed a clever virus to Tony’s main business contact. Someone other than him would likely handle general correspondence. With any luck, he’d be able to hack in tomorrow morning.
Korbin searched Damen’s house and found nothing that he didn’t already know, no suspicious people he’d been in contact with, no information. He didn’t even find any correspondence with Tony, but he hadn’t expected to. Damen would be careful about that.
Taking Damen’s laptop with him, he left the house feeling a little like Harrison Ford in The Fugitive, always staying one step ahead of the law.
* * *
Savanna stared out the window of the formal living room, the only place she could find to be by herself other than her room. She wished she was home. She’d arrived at the Evergreen house to find her parents there. That had been a disappointment. She loved them dearly, but she desperately needed to be alone right now.
Rubbing her arms, she wondered how Korbin was doing. The news hadn’t reported anything about him today, so he must still be at Julio’s apartment. She pictured him there and then herself there with him. With none of this trouble in the way. Without the death of his wife holding him back.
But that’s not how it was. He was probably glad she was gone. She was no longer a threat to his elevated worship of his dead wife. Savanna tried not to be a terrible person and be jealous of her, but that irrational part of her wouldn’t stop taunting. She was jealous. Why did this always happen to her? Why couldn’t she have a man she wanted? Why did he always, one way or another, gravitate to other women? Never her. Why? It was hard not to take it personally.
Did she want Korbin? They’d met so recently. Maybe the sex made her believe this was more than it was. Then again, if the sex was that great, then didn’t that mean they were a good match? That their relationship was worth a risk? All of that didn’t matter if Korbin couldn’t let go of his wife.
“Savanna?”
Turning, she saw her mother stop in the doorway, flipping on a light. The sun had set with Savanna standing here.
“Why don’t you come and join us for a movie downstairs?”
“I think I’ll just go to bed.”
Savanna had explained everything to her. Wearing jeans and a soft, long-sleeved knit shirt, her mother’s blond bob was smooth and combed and her blue eyes sharp with knowledge.
“You’ve been through a lot, Savanna. You must feel like you’re recovering from a disaster, but besides being chased by police and a gunman, what’s got you so down?” her mother asked.
Savanna shrugged, trying to minimize her feelings. “Nothing. Just thinking.”
Camille walked over to her and ran her hand down her arm. “You always were my sensitive one, especially with men.”