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far behind. Even though
she didn’t have a newborn to blame, she hadn’t slept well at the hotel the night before.
She’d use the restroom, then head to her room. She stood up, intending to head that
way.
“I think Lola and I are going to call it a night, too,” Ray said, helping his lady
out of the booth. “We’ll catch you in the morning.”
To Jordan’s surprise, the bathroom was huge compared to the small one in her and Rosie’s
stateroom where she could barely turn around without opening the door. She chose a
stall in the far corner and went in, suddenly realizing she was even more tired than
she’d previously thought. She had just taken a few deep breaths to keep from falling
asleep when she heard the bathroom door open and familiar voices talking in hushed
tones.
“We can’t let anyone know about Stefano. Because of your little trick on the boat
yesterday, everyone will automatically assume we had something to do with his death.”
“I couldn’t help myself. The jackass had his hand right over the hook trying to impress
you after you reeled in that striper.”
Jordan’s hand flew to her mouth to cover a gasp: it was Marsha and Casey talking about
what they’d done to Stefano. She blew out a silent breath, hoping they wouldn’t discover
she was in the back stall. Slowly moving closer to the door, she opened it just a
tad to hear more clearly.
“I know, but we have to be smart. I’m going to take Beau back to the room and start
working on him.” Marsha cleared her throat. “Can you stay away from the room for a
little while after we leave? Maybe have another drink or two? My guess is the man
is probably as much of a dud in the dark as he is in broad daylight. I’m pretty confident
this won’t take long.”
“Don’t forget, he’s a rich dud that we need right now if we’re going to pull this
off. One of us needs to win so we can split the cash.”
“I know. Come on. Let’s get back before he misses me. I swear, the man has three arms,
and they’re all over me.”
Jordan stood behind the slightly opened door a few more minutes after she heard them
leave. When she was sure she was alone, she exited the stall and washed her hands
before sneaking out the door and walking over to the bar for a drink, just in case
the two women saw her coming back to the table.
She couldn’t wait to tell the gang what she’d heard.
“You sure you can handle one more drink, sugar?” Rosie asked.
Jordan nodded. “Where is everyone?”
“They all wimped out on us,” Rosie said before yawning. “Actually, the idea of climbing
into my soft bed is sounding better by the minute. Drink up and take me home, child.
I’m too old for this crap.”
Ordinarily Jordan laughed at just about everythingRosie said, but this time she wasn’t paying attention. She couldn’t stop thinking
about the conversation she’d overheard in the bathroom and what it could mean. Had
Casey and Marsha teamed up to kill Stefano?
She glanced over at the table, noticing the two women and Beau were the only ones
left. They’d just ordered another round of drinks, and a steward had arrived with
a basket of fries and another of onion rings. As Jordan lifted her margarita for a
sip, an idea popped into her head.
After setting her nearly full drink on the table, she grabbed Rosie’s sleeve. “Come
with me,” she said before turning to the three remaining guests. “Well, we’re off
to bed, too. See you in the morning.”
Casey gave them a nod as she stuffed an onion ring into her mouth. The other two didn’t
even bother to look up.
As soon as she and Rosie were outside the bar, Jordan repeated what she’d heard in
the bathroom.
“Holy crap,” Rosie said. “Those two conniving be-otches. We need to tell Ray what
you heard.”
“No. He’s probably already sleeping, and we don’t know for sure what they really meant
about Stefano. It could be
she didn’t have a newborn to blame, she hadn’t slept well at the hotel the night before.
She’d use the restroom, then head to her room. She stood up, intending to head that
way.
“I think Lola and I are going to call it a night, too,” Ray said, helping his lady
out of the booth. “We’ll catch you in the morning.”
To Jordan’s surprise, the bathroom was huge compared to the small one in her and Rosie’s
stateroom where she could barely turn around without opening the door. She chose a
stall in the far corner and went in, suddenly realizing she was even more tired than
she’d previously thought. She had just taken a few deep breaths to keep from falling
asleep when she heard the bathroom door open and familiar voices talking in hushed
tones.
“We can’t let anyone know about Stefano. Because of your little trick on the boat
yesterday, everyone will automatically assume we had something to do with his death.”
“I couldn’t help myself. The jackass had his hand right over the hook trying to impress
you after you reeled in that striper.”
Jordan’s hand flew to her mouth to cover a gasp: it was Marsha and Casey talking about
what they’d done to Stefano. She blew out a silent breath, hoping they wouldn’t discover
she was in the back stall. Slowly moving closer to the door, she opened it just a
tad to hear more clearly.
“I know, but we have to be smart. I’m going to take Beau back to the room and start
working on him.” Marsha cleared her throat. “Can you stay away from the room for a
little while after we leave? Maybe have another drink or two? My guess is the man
is probably as much of a dud in the dark as he is in broad daylight. I’m pretty confident
this won’t take long.”
“Don’t forget, he’s a rich dud that we need right now if we’re going to pull this
off. One of us needs to win so we can split the cash.”
“I know. Come on. Let’s get back before he misses me. I swear, the man has three arms,
and they’re all over me.”
Jordan stood behind the slightly opened door a few more minutes after she heard them
leave. When she was sure she was alone, she exited the stall and washed her hands
before sneaking out the door and walking over to the bar for a drink, just in case
the two women saw her coming back to the table.
She couldn’t wait to tell the gang what she’d heard.
“You sure you can handle one more drink, sugar?” Rosie asked.
Jordan nodded. “Where is everyone?”
“They all wimped out on us,” Rosie said before yawning. “Actually, the idea of climbing
into my soft bed is sounding better by the minute. Drink up and take me home, child.
I’m too old for this crap.”
Ordinarily Jordan laughed at just about everythingRosie said, but this time she wasn’t paying attention. She couldn’t stop thinking
about the conversation she’d overheard in the bathroom and what it could mean. Had
Casey and Marsha teamed up to kill Stefano?
She glanced over at the table, noticing the two women and Beau were the only ones
left. They’d just ordered another round of drinks, and a steward had arrived with
a basket of fries and another of onion rings. As Jordan lifted her margarita for a
sip, an idea popped into her head.
After setting her nearly full drink on the table, she grabbed Rosie’s sleeve. “Come
with me,” she said before turning to the three remaining guests. “Well, we’re off
to bed, too. See you in the morning.”
Casey gave them a nod as she stuffed an onion ring into her mouth. The other two didn’t
even bother to look up.
As soon as she and Rosie were outside the bar, Jordan repeated what she’d heard in
the bathroom.
“Holy crap,” Rosie said. “Those two conniving be-otches. We need to tell Ray what
you heard.”
“No. He’s probably already sleeping, and we don’t know for sure what they really meant
about Stefano. It could be
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