KAMERON
I steered myself into the restaurant and looked around at the other diners suspiciously. I knew now that there would be no security detail, but there very well could be an assassin sitting at the linen-covered tables, just waiting for their chance to take me out.
Little pieces began to click into place. Carson knew my itinerary the day of the accident that left me paralyzed. Carson had access to the security system in the lake house and would have been able to access the water lines for the sprinkler systems. And now it seemed that Carson had managed to get me alone with him at this restaurant.
I wheeled into the private room where I knew my mother was waiting. I saw her sitting at the table, fiddling with the stem of her empty wine glass. The waiter was just approaching to pou
