Jack may have had some illusion that investing in a Rep company could be lucrative, but once I explained the concept of non-profit status to him, he had to admit he couldn’t come up with any logical reason for Rix to have supplied funding. “Is it possible he just wants to mess with your head?” he asked. “I don’t think so. I’d swear he was just as uncomfortable seeing me yesterday as I was seeing him.” I toyed absently with the dessert menu, sliding it from one hand to the other on the tablecloth. “And Eileen said he’d agreed to total anonymity, so I don’t see how I would have even known about it if I hadn’t accidentally run into him.” I overshot the menu and came close to knocking the candle over. Jack smoothly intervened. “What’s really bothering you?” I made a face. “I know you’ll think I’m being paranoid, but I can’t help thinking there must be a connection. With Cece’s kidnapping.
