Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Perhaps that fact should have occurred to me before, but it hasn’t. Not until now.
“You think we’re being watched.” When did I move closer to the bounty hunter? I don’t know, but his ample body heat keeps me from losing my appetite completely. “Are we definitively ruling out the random buoy theory?”
“That was never a theory,” Myles answers, chomping into his taco. He chews for a few seconds while I try desperately not to name his throat muscles. Connor, Wilson, Puck…Jameson. “This is a good fucking taco.”
The race is on to stem the flow of pride that races through me. I don’t manage it. At all. “Thank you. I know.” I take a normal, human-sized bite of my taco. “Aren’t you glad you decided not to be stubborn?”
He tosses the other half of the taco into his mouth. The whole other half. “Yeah,” he says around the bite. “Could have added a little more chili powder, though.”
“You had to ruin it.” I kick him in the shin.
He pokes me in the side, eyes twinkling, his attention drifting down to my butt.
He drains his beer.
My hips press unconsciously to the island, goosebumps rising on my neck. Down my arms. Dear Jesus, how late does this sex shop stay open? I swear if I get there and the doors are locked, I’m going to cut a hole in the ceiling and rappel in like James Bond.
“What makes you think the buoy was meant for you, Lisa?” I ask.
She shrugs jerkily. “Just a weird feeling I’ve been having. Like…I don’t know. An eerie presence is following me around.” Her laughter is forced. “I’m sure the weird feeling has been brought on by the terrible way my brother died.”
I reach across the island and squeeze her forearm. “You’re traumatized. Of course.”
Jude hands Lisa a napkin to wipe her eyes, patting her back with a comforting hand.
I lean sideways a little too dramatically, trying to see some actual tears.
Come on, woman, give me one.
Myles tosses a picture of the potential murder weapon down right in the middle of the taco bar. “Do you recognize this gun?”
“Myles,” I gasp.
He weighs my outrage, then visibly decides to proceed anyway, the jerk. “Lisa?”
With a heavy swallow, she picks up the photograph. “I don’t recognize it.” She lets it drift back down to the island. “Paul keeps a Beretta locked up in a safe. That’s the only weapon I have access to.”
“I didn’t ask if you had access to it.”
She pauses in the act of reaching for a second taco shell, drawing her hand back slowly. Me and Jude are staring at each other like stone statues, eyebrows up near our hairlines. It reminds me of how we would freeze during rare arguments between our parents, not knowing how to intervene or if we should leave the room. “I’m going to head home. Oscar’s estate lawyer is dropping off a bunch of documents bright and early in the morning and he claims they’re important,” Lisa says finally, smile tight, sliding off the stool. “Don’t forget to let in the window guys tomorrow afternoon.”
“We’re on it,” Jude says, saluting her.
Myles growls until she’s out the door.
I start to follow in her footsteps, intending to engage the lock behind her, but Myles hooks a finger in the back waistband of my skirt and tugs me backward, performing the task himself.
“Lisa is your main suspect, isn’t she?” I whisper when he returns. “Oh my gosh, that was like something straight off the ID channel. I didn’t see it coming. I mean, of course it’s always the people closest to the victim, but—”
“Take a deep breath, half pint.”
Jude slides me his beer and I take several gulps.
“You caught her off guard with the picture on purpose, didn’t you?” This comes from Jude.
Myles shrugs. Goes back to doctoring a second—possibly third taco.
“Come on, bounty hunter. Give us something.” I give him a flirtatious shoulder shimmy, but he only looks exasperated by it. “Don’t I get brownie points for finding the murder weapon?”
“Ballistics haven’t come back yet.” He frowns at me while devouring the taco. Is he caving on sharing information with us? He looks like he’s caving. I give another shoulder shimmy, just in case, and he sighs. “Spoke to Oscar Stanley’s lawyer today. Lisa Stanley is the beneficiary of her brother’s estate. All of these rentals become hers now.”
My brother and I slap the island in unison. “Follow the money trail,” Jude says. “Don’t I always say follow the money trail?”
“Yes. You do.” I nod at Myles. “He does. Any time we watch Dateline together. My brother has a very analytical brain. It’s incredible.”
“Great,” Myles says dryly. “Look, it’s not a wrap. She’s just a person of interest. To me, anyway. The cops still have a hard-on for the father.”
“I’ve seen that porn.”
“Jude!” I snort. Then I click an imaginary pen and get down to business. “So. Currently our suspects are Judd Forrester, Lisa Stanley and Sal next door?”