That sounded good in principle, and for most on their list, it was possible. She reminded him that the names on their list needed to remain just that-names, not people. He couldn’t pinpoint his curiosity regarding this girl after all, she was just a child-merely a sophomore in college! Catherine called it an obsession, and more than once, she claimed that it was unhealthy. It contained pictures of Claire-lots of pictures. Enjoying the freedom that comes with seclusion, Anthony leafed through the most recent report from the PI for the umpteenth time. He’d been observing Claire Nichols from afar for over a year. He’d told the private investigator who’d called to attend the funeral and take pictures nonetheless, as he hung up the telephone, Anthony knew that wouldn’t be enough. Truthfully, even now, the trip wasn’t necessary. He never considered flying to Indiana until he received the phone call informing him of the automobile accident claiming the lives of Jordon and Shirley Nichols. Every move was considered, debated, and evaluated-yet this trip could qualify as impetuous. Rarely did Anthony Rawlings act impulsively. To that end, he surrounded himself with the best-the best people, business decisions, and belongings. Throughout the years, Anthony had become a public figure and had a reputation that needed to be upheld. There were other aspects of the journey that didn’t leave him as secure. He wouldn’t discuss the business of this trip with anyone of that, Anthony was confident.
The only person who knew of this trip was his pilot and trusted employee, Eric. This trip was different-sudden, unexpected, and confidential. Most of his travels were business-related, and he had assistants, negotiators, and legal counsel who usually accompanied him. Looking around the cabin, he took in the empty seats. Anthony Rawlings’ private jet soared east toward Indiana.
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