Page 41 of The Devoted Husband

Two Weeks Later

The Following Monday

“Ian, man, I’m so sorry about this.”

Ian gave him a dismissive wave of his hand. “Whoever did this taped these flyers all over the building. We’ve been trying to get them down, but it’s a lot.”

“This has to be the same person who slashed my tires,” Dante said, more to himself as he continued to walk and tear down flyers.

“What? When did this happen?”

“The night we went out.”

“Why didn’t you say anything? How did you get home?”

“I didn’t want to inconvenience either of you. At first, I thought it was a case of mistaken identity. Now, I know it was for me.”

“Damn. Well, security is checking footage from last night, so we’ll see who did this.”

“Good.”

“But with that being said...” Ian squeezed the back of his neck and briefly shifted his eyes. “Until you get this under control, we’re gonna need you to work from home. I know the situation, but it’s not something I want to have to explain to our clients.”

Though Dante was frustrated by Ian’s decision, he respected it and planned to take accountability.

“I get it, man. Thanks for giving me grace in a situation that’s beyond my control. I’m cool with working from home. But when security gets a hit, please text me the photo.”

“For sure. I got you.”

The pair shook hands before Dante went to his office to grab a few of his files.

He did have three meetings scheduled for that week and questioned whether he should reschedule them.

For now, he’d focus on one thing at a time, and his biggest priority was finding out who was responsible and making them pay.

Dante stared at the picture Ian sent him.

He didn’t recognize the man dressed in all black.

Not only did he have a hood tossed over his head, but he also wore a mask and gloves.

Dante was impressed by his ability to bypass the alarm system.

If Atlas were still alive, Dante would have assumed it was him.

But this man— the short stature and slim frame—Dante didn’t recognize him at all.

“This is so frustrating,” Sade seethed, rubbing her belly. “I don’t recognize anything about this man, baby.”

“I don’t either. I’m trying to think if he could be an old client affected by what Imani did. But they were compensated, so no one should have a reason to want revenge.”

“Hmm...What if they lost something that being compensated couldn’t fix?” Dante remained silent, so Sade continued. “They got their money back, but what if someone’s credit being affected had a lasting effect?”

Dante massaged his chin as he sat back in his seat. “That’s a possibility. If they were trying to get a house, car, or business loan and Imani didn’t come through, the application could have been rejected.”

“For some people, that kind of thing makes them spiral.”

“That’s a possibility, but I don’t know. Maybe I’ll review the affidavit that lists the victims’ names. If I can find them online, I can see if anyone has his frame. But I’m not sold on this.”

“While you do that, I can check their files individually and see if anyone was waiting on a large loan or credit repair for something life changing.”

“You sure?”

“Of course. My creativity is a bit low with everything going on, so it’s not like I’m painting or working on a new coloring book.”

“I’m sorry about this, Sade. I feel like it’s one thing after another. Maybe your grandma was right. Are we crazy thinking we’ll be able to live a normal life?”

Straddling his lap, Sade affirmed him with, “I don’t mind being crazy in love with you.”

His hands lowered to her ass, and he squeezed it. “And I don’t mind being crazy in love with you, either.”