“What happened at your company yesterday?” “I thought you had to leave.” She made a show of looking at her watch. “I have some time.” Jackson leaned toward her. “Can you keep a confidence?” His voice was low, his breath wet against her earlobe. Diamond nodded, swallowed. “Promise?” “Yes.” “There was a break-in at my office.” Diamond’s brow knitted in confusion and concern. “What would someone want so badly from you that they’d steal to get it?” Jackson shifted in his seat and took a drink. This wasn’t going to be as easy as he thought. There was no way he could tell her that the person broke into his office to leave something. “I’ve got some people looking into it. What can I say?” Jackson said with a shrug, his voice as casual as if he were discussing basketball scores. “Everyone isn’t happy with my success.” “You have enemies?” “No doubt.” Diamond smiled. “What successful person doesn’t have a hater or two?” Jackson’s mind went to who he believed was his number-one nemesis: Solomon Dent.
