"Why would he want her luggage?" Law asked.
"It's designer," Riley explained. "You'll have to excuse my brother. He's not into designer anything. We're lucky he doesn't still wear his BDUs."
They wouldn't let him or he would. He'd spent so much time in uniform it felt weird to be in civvies, even years later. The Army had been simple. No need to pick out his clothes. No wondering if he looked like a douchebag. Kinley probably liked a man who knew how to dress.
Annabelle sounded thoughtful over the line. "I know a full set of Louis Vuitton is expensive, but her engagement ring cost far more, and he didn't give a damn about it. I overheard him talking to Becks, and he was pissed. He told her that she needed to find Kinley and get that luggage back or she would be the one in trouble."
They'd been through her luggage. Law hadn't found anything but her clothes, makeup, and an iPad. He'd put the tablet in airplane mode, and she didn't know the password for the Internet, so Riley had declared it harmless, but maybe he should look at it again. All he'd seen was a bunch of games, pictures, and her e-reader app, which was completely full of romance novels. Unless Greg liked cross-dressing in private or needed to catch up on his reading, Law wasn't sure why he would want anything she'd packed for her honeymoon.
"We'll go through it all again. Something's not right there," Dominic said. "We're working on Kinley, but I can't tell if she simply doesn't know anything or she doesn't want to tell us."
Law was pretty fucking sure she didn't know. "Come on. You saw her face. They've kept her out of the loop, and we just crushed her with all that information. She's looking over everything we left her now. Maybe once she's convinced, she'll start thinking about what she knows. One thing about Kinley I'm sure of, it's that she has a good heart. She wants to do what's right."
Dominic sent him a sigh that was somewhere between thoughtful and contrite.
"Spare me." Riley rolled his eyes.
He got in his brother's face. "You spare me. Why don't you stop assuming she's just like Simone and fucking get to know her before you jump to all kinds of assumptions?"
Dominic cleared his throat. "Has anyone been able to find the accountant she uses?"
"Yes," Riley muttered. "Tate found Steve a few hours ago. I hadn't had a chance to tell you. He claims Greg fired him eight weeks ago. Since he worked from home, he rarely saw Kinley. Imagine Steve's surprise when he found out that he was supposedly still employed. Tate showed him the reports someone had filed on his behalf since he was fired. He claims none of the work is his. So we have to assume that Greg has been quietly putting his own people into position."
And isolating Kinley from anyone who could help her. "The bastard."
"There's no question about that," Annabelle replied, then her voice became even more grave. "We have another problem. When he couldn't find Kinley, he called the police. They found a surveillance tape."
"Seen it." Riley sounded long-suffering. "It's all over the news. Not our shining moment."
Law groaned. He was never going to live that shit down. "I'm sorry."
Annabelle ignored him. "The police identified Law as the man on the tape."
Law's chest tightened. Just as he feared, he would likely be going to prison. And that brought up more than one problem. "If I turn myself over, do you think they'll let Riley and Dominic off? I can say they had nothing to do with it, that I had a different crew."
"Don't you fucking dare." A male voice came over the line. He wasn't trying to be quiet at all. "This is Kellan, and I need to hear you verbally authorize Annabelle to pay me."
"What?" Law asked.
"Do it," Dominic ordered in that CO voice of his.
"Whatever. Pay the man, Annabelle," Law said.
"Law, I'm giving Kell a dollar as a retainer," she explained. "He's now your lawyer. As such, he can advise you, and everything he says is protected under attorney-client privilege. Everything you tell him is covered as well, with the exception of knowledge of crimes being currently committed. Do you understand?"
So he was supposed to lie. "Yep."
Kell's voice came back on the line. "I'm a very smart man. I can guess what happened if the police come to ask me about anything. Let's see if I have this straight. You and Kinley have been having a whirlwind affair. She didn't have the courage to face Greg, and you carried her away from her wedding because she had gotten very emotional and taken a sedative. She was so incapacitated that she couldn't walk. You knew she would be horribly embarrassed, so in an attempt to save your lover's peace of mind, you had your brother help you carry her out. You disguised yourself and hid her in the laundry cart because you were avoiding the paparazzi."