Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“She was at the bar the whole time. Lane and I made sure no one approached her while she was sitting there,” Zack says, and I nod my thanks to him.
“No one even got close,” Lane agrees, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
“Eva got close,” I say, looking between the three of them.
“Why would she drug her?” Teo asks as his brows draw together in confusion.
“I don’t know,” I finally mutter, running my fingers through my hair.
“She’s the only one who would’ve had a chance. I watched the tapes a hundred times. Marco was down at the opposite end of the bar the whole night. He didn’t even acknowledge Maggie, except to give her a chin lift when she first sat down. No one else had an opportunity.”
“I agree Eva is the only one who had the opportunity, but what would be her motive?” Teo asks the million-dollar question, the question that has been plaguing me since I saw the tapes.
“I’m not sure. That’s what I need to find out.”
“So what are we going to do until we find out?” Zack asks as I walk to the window that looks down over the club floor.
“Maggie isn’t going to sit at home while I figure this shit out,” I mutter to myself, hearing them chuckle behind me, and I can’t help but smile, even though I’m annoyed. Regardless of her understanding this morning, there is no way she will be willing to sit at home until it’s safe for her to come back here.
Turning around to face them once more, I study each of them. A friend of mine, Nico Mayson, knew Zack, Lane, and Teo from his bounty hunting days. He handpicked each of them to work for me after he found out my previously hired security was helping filter drugs into the club for Paulie, taking a cut from the sale of product and the recruitment of girls. Luckily, I caught that shit in the early stages before my club was overran and I was forced out, or worse—shut down. Being in Vegas means you’re constantly watching your back; people are always trying to make money any way they can, and that includes using you when you don’t even know your being used.
“I’m gonna put a call in to a friend of mine to see if he can dig up anything on Eva. In the meantime, I want you guys to keep an eye on her when she’s here, and tell me if you notice anything out of the ordinary with her.”
“No problem,” they all agree as I take a seat in my chair, and they head for the door.
“And guys, if Maggie’s here, make sure she doesn’t get into any kind of trouble,” I add, hearing them laugh as the door closes behind them.
Pulling my cell out of my pocket, I press send on Justin’s number and wait for him to pick up. Justin is not only a friend of mine, but he’s a computer guru who is somehow able to find shit out that I’m sure would scare our biggest government agencies. He not only works for Kenton, doing intel and searches; he also runs an online group called the Winds of the North, a group of online hackers and activists who help to shut down terrorists and extremists through their websites.
“Seven-Eleven,” he greets after the second ring, making me chuckle, but his next words make me see red and cause my blood to boil. “You sent my gift away from your house without a word. What the fuck, man? She was paid for and everything.”
“You motherfucker,” I roar, feeling the pulse in my neck beat against the collar of my shirt.
“What?” he asks casually.
“How the fuck did she get into my house, Justin?”
“I let her in,” he mutters like duh, which only serves to piss me off even more.
“Maggie is the one who opened the door and found her there,” I whisper, because otherwise I’m going to blow the window out of my office. I swear if he was in front of me, I would kill him.
“Did you and Maggie sort your shit out?” he asks, and I pull the phone away from my ear and look at it, wondering how the fuck this guy is able to do the shit he does when he’s obviously stupid as fuck.
“Me and Maggie are none of your fucking concern.”
“I’m taking that as a yes. So you can just tell me thank you.”
“Why the fuck would I tell you thank you, motherfucker?”
“I helped you guys get past your stupid issues, and now you’re together,” he says, the smile evident in his voice.
“Maggie was roofied. I didn’t know that shit, and we got together while she was drugged. The next morning, she took off on me and went to her old apartment. I waited outside her place and must have fallen asleep for a second, because when I opened my eyes, her car was gone. She got home before I did, and when she walked in, there was a random piece in our house. So please forgive me for not fucking telling you thanks for your fuck-up.”