Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
“Tonight,” I say. “She’s meeting him again for a date. We need to be there ready to jump in in case things go south.”
“And where is the date?” Diego asks, giving me a look.
“Some Ramen place in Fulton market,” I say with a shrug. Mira was the one who suggested it, saying it was one of her favorite places. She was almost too calm about the whole thing, not phased at all about putting on a persona. The fact that she plays an amateur PI when she’s not sitting in her therapist chair should be a little concerning since she has no license or training in that area.
But I have a feeling she’s going to be surprisingly good at this.
Yawning, I lean back in my desk chair and blink a few times. I’ve been reading over reports, staring at my computer for hours. There are very slight variations between the last two bodies found with broken arms compared to the dozen others.
Which means someone else most likely took over the role of hitman.
I’ve looked through hours and hours of CCTV footage, security cam footage, and video doorbell recordings. And my theory that Enzo is the new executor remains. There’s nothing concrete enough to take legal action—yet. But give me some time and I’ll have him behind bars for sure.
Needing a break, I shut down the computer, pick up my empty coffee mug and stand, stretching out my back. I toss the paper cup in the trash and get my phone from my jacket pocket. The sibling group chat was blowing up, so I put my phone on do not disturb.
My brother, Jacob, and his wife, Josie, are the only ones of the bunch who live in my hometown of Silver Ridge, running an animal hospital and horse rescue. Sam, my oldest brother, and his wife, Chloe, moved to Eastwood last year after Sam got a job as one of the head anesthesiologists at the new hospital in town. He works in the OR with our sister, Rory, and how they haven’t had some sort of big blowup that resulted in Sam sticking her with whatever drugs he has on hand that would make her shut up is beyond me.
They’re all married with kids, settled down and content with their lives. And then there’s me, traveling around the country in search of bad guys. I’ve been here, based in Chicago, for a few years now and there’s no shortage of crime, that’s for sure.
I reply to the group texts, which are mostly a bunch of pictures of Chloe and Josie on their horses, and grab my bag so I can head to the gym and get a workout in before the day is over. Staying in shape is vital for my job, of course, and working out is the best stress relief out there.
Other than fucking, of course.
It’s been a while since I’ve been in a relationship. This job doesn’t make it easy, with all the travel and hush-hush missions. What’s the point in forming anything more than a casual hookup situation when I’ll be in another town in a year or so? Besides, I haven’t found anyone that makes me feel.
My phone vibrates with a text as I’m heading out of my office. Thinking it’s another message in the group chat, I only glance at my phone. But it’s not my sister or sister-in-laws sending more horse pics. It’s Mira, saying her next client canceled at the last minute so she has time to meet up now and go over things before her fake date tonight.
I smile to myself as I reply. This is going to be good.
Chapter
Nine
MIRA
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Kat asks, twisting in the saddle to look at me.
“No,” I tell her, half-halting the reins again to try and get Thor to slow down. As a former racehorse, he likes to be in front of any other horse I’m out here with. And Kat’s horse is the laziest thoroughbred you’ll ever meet, so it’s a good challenge for us to try and stay behind them as we walk around the arena. “I’m not sure at all.”
“You can always say no.”
“Yeah,” I agree with a sigh. Unable to keep this to myself, I told Kat everything Mason had talked about last night. “On one hand, I see it as risky. On the other…I’m just having dinner with this guy.”
“Who is an actual mafia member, and not the hot kind like in books.”
“Ugh. I know. But you know how I like being undercover and if this guy is as bad as we think he is, it would be great to help put him behind bars.”
“Not if you end up in witness protection. Or dead!”
“Let’s not get that far ahead. I’m going to go out with him tonight, see what I can find out, then make myself so unappealing he’ll be the one telling me he doesn’t want to see me again.”