Chapter 166

"Mr. Beach, are you looking for something?" Madeleine stepped closer, seeing Beckett rummaging around. "It's... nothing." Beckett shoved the photo into the safe without thinking, cleared his throat, and said, "Head to Finance for me, will you? Ask them for last quarter's reports." Madeleine blinked but nodded, then turned to leave. Last quarter's reports? Finance didn't already give them to him? As soon as she walked out, Beckett let out a slow breath. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this guilty. Chris looked way too much like him as a kid... it was unsettling. He rubbed his temples, then got up and headed out of the office. "Carl, stick close to Madeleine. Even if she goes to the restroom, wait outside. Don't let Clinton get anywhere near her," he said sharply, pointing at Carl. "And use your head for once." Carl scratched his hair. "Where are you going? You don't want me to drive?" "I'll take the car myself. If Madeleine asks, just tell her I had to step out to