He doesn’t react to the words I’ve just blasted at him, like they have just washed over him. Turning his focus back to Ashton, he asks the question we all want to know. “Let’s be real here. How big a threat is Chester to Harper? Has he got the intelligence to work out how to get to London undetected, or the ability and contacts to get here from another country?” He is blunt, no emotion, just asking for the hard truths before Ashton is even finished telling us everything.

“Yeah, what he said.” I sit back in my seat again to face everyone, sounding like a child while it sinks in how protective Forrest really is of me.

“I get it, you don’t really care about my case. And at the moment the risk is low, he is not a sophisticated man, and we think he is just stalking the internet because he can, now that he’s free.” Pausing, Ashton looks around the room. “But that is not to say that him sniffing around this money trail won’t create other interest in Harper and a case that was dead and buried long ago. That’s where I come in. My job is to make sure the mess I’m following stays in its own lane and Chester finds a new hobby.”

“And if he doesn’t?” I ask with absolute trepidation in my voice. And the moment the words leave my mouth, my leg starts bouncing again, only to have Forrest’s hand weigh it down and give me something else to focus on.

“Then we move to plan B and we get more serious,” he replies bluntly.

“And plan B is?”

“Not for you to worry about. That’s what these guys are for.” Ashton points to both Sandon and Remington. I want to stand up and stomp my feet like a toddler at the fact that they are talking about my life, but suddenly, there is a part of me that doesn’t want to know what he means.

“Then I suggest all of you make sure this thing doesn’t get past plan A. Understood?” I try to sound forceful, but I’m not sure I succeed.

“Loud and clear,” Ashton replies.

Then all the guys go through some logistics of the monitoring of both me and Chester, and I can’t seem to concentrate on what they are saying, because my mind is stuck on the words “mentally unstable stalker.”

“I don’t think we all need to be here for this part. Why don’t I take Felisha and Harper and get them some dinner?” Flynn says while Ashton, Rem, and Sandon seem deep in conversation. I don’t think I could eat if I tried, but even though I was all determined earlier to be involved in everything, I’ve changed my mind. I can’t deal with this any longer and fresh air is what I need.