Darell sank into a chair at his office table. His limbs wobbled from the brunt of Kaitlan’s anger.
The brat. Thought she knew everything.
He frowned. What had just happened? Something gone wrong …
His mind churned like a wheel in mud.
The answer surfaced. Pete’s computer tech couldn’t come.
So what? Darell could do this without details of the hacking. They knew Craig did it—that’s what counted. He’d pretend he had the proof.
Darell’s gaze fell on Pete’s laptop. Screensaver photos rolled—Pete and his Great Dane on the beach, cuddling a little boy in a white cane rocker. Pete was crazy about his grandkids.
“Now what?” Kaitlan’s voice accused. Her eyes darted from Darell to Pete.
Darell sighed. “It’s fine, Granddaughter, fine.” His mouth dragged downward. Would she even be thankful when this was over?
“But how—”
“I don’t need the proof right now, all right? We’ll get it soon enough. Pete, call the tech back and tell him to come tonight.”
“Yeah, okay.” Pete nodded. “So you wing it. It’s all in the presentation.”
“But without proof stuck in front of him, Craig won’t admit it,” Kaitlan cried. “We’ll have nothing.”
“Then let him deny it!” Darell smacked the table. “When we get proof I’ll press charges and the police will still have to investigate. That’ll lead to everything else.”
“But—”
“Quiet!”
Darell seethed at the laptop. A new picture rolled in. Pete, feeding a pink-clad baby with a bottle.
Darell shook his head, clearing it. Time he took back charge of this situation. “Pete, I want to see what you’ve done in the library.” He pushed out of the chair, glowering at Kaitlan. “And I don’t want another word out of you.”