He was a huge man, and he seemed to be fitting in well with the company. One of the things he’d wanted to do when he’d signed on was be able to run the security team as he saw fit. After the help he’d given them before, Royce and all of them had agreed. “I need your help on something. It’s about a woman. And her kid, she has a kid.” Daniel tried to calm himself and couldn’t. The woman had sounded terrified and he couldn’t do a damned thing about it. “Her name is O’Reilly Harlequin, and she lives at…. Why aren’t you writing this down?” He’d driven by her house last night and stood at the gate. He hadn’t touched it, but stood there, listening to the hum of the electricity running through it. Then he’d driven by again this morning, wondering if she ever left the compound. He hadn’t seen anyone either time. “Don’t need to. Her name is O’Reilly Harlequin, only child of Olivia and Reilly Harlequin. The dad died when she was a baby, hit and run that never turned up any arrests.
