50 shades freed

Chapter 7

Everything in it is entirely imaginary and intended only for entertainment; I created it for fun. I did not write 50 Shades freed or any of its characters, and I do not own them.

Chapter 7

"You think?" Harry asks, surprised.

"It's the line of his jaw." I point at the screen. "And the earrings and the shape of his shoulders. He's the right build, too. He must be wearing a wig—or he's cut and dyed his hair."

"Barney, are you getting this?" Harry puts the phone down on his desk and switches to handsfree. "You seem to have studied your ex-boss in some detail, Mr. Tomlinson-Styles," he murmurs, sounding none too pleased. I scowl at him, but I'm saved by Barney.

"Yes, sir. I heard Mr. Tomlinson-Styles. I'm running face recognition software on all the digitized CCTV footage right now. See where else this asshole—I'm sorry sir—this man has been within the organization."

I glance anxiously at Harry, who ignores Barney's expletive. He's studying the CCTV picture closely.

"Why would he do this?" I ask Harry.

He shrugs. "Revenge, perhaps. I don't know. You can't fathom why some people behave the way they do. I'm just angry that you ever worked so closely with him." Harry's mouth presses into a hard, thin line and he encircles my waist with his arm.

"We have the contents of his hard drive, too, sir," Barney adds.

"Yes, I remember. Do you have an address for Mr. Hyde?" Harry says sharply.

"Yes, sir, I do."

"Alert Welch."

"Sure will. I'm also going to scan the city CCTV and see if I can track his movements."

"Check what vehicle he owns."

"Sir."

"Barney can do all this?" I whisper.

Harry nods and gives me a smug smile.

"What was on his hard drive?" I whisper.

Harry's face hardens and he shakes his head. "Nothing much," he says, tight-lipped, his smile forgotten.

"Tell me."

"No."

"Was it about you, or me?"

"Me." He sighs.

"What sort of things? About your lifestyle?"

Harry shakes his head and puts his index finger against my lips to silence me. I scowl at him.

But he narrows his eyes, and it's a clear warning that I should hold my tongue.

"It's a 2006 Camaro. I'll send the license details to Welch, too," Barney says excitedly from the phone.

"Good. Let me know where else that fucker has been in my building. And check this image against the one from his SIP personnel file." Harry gazes at me skeptically. "I want to be sure we have a match."

"Already done, sir, and Mr. Tomlinson-Styles is correct. This is Jack Hyde." I grin. See? I can be useful. Harry rubs his hand down my back.

"Well done, Mr. Tomlinson-Styles." He smiles and his earlier rancor forgotten. To Barney he says, "Let me know when you've tracked all his movements at HQ. Also check out any other GEH property he may have had access to and let the security teams know so they can make another sweep of all those buildings."

"Sir."

"Thanks, Barney." Harry hangs up.

"Well, Mr. Tomlinson-Styles, it seems that you are not only decorative, but useful, too." Harry's eyes light up with wicked amusement. I know he's teasing.