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should have been wiped away by his statement. Instead, she looked like she was ready to deliver a final blow in their battle of wills.
“Then I’d say you’re not doing your job properly,” Elle replied, her brown eyes lightening in her delight. “If you were, you’d know that Bee was seen leaving the same warehouse where Francie’s body was found the night before.”
Chapter Six
E lle couldn’t help but feel a little victorious when the look of disbelief had crossed Kevin’s face. She let him stew just a little more on that tiny bit of information as she used her keycard for access to Masters. She never used the backdoor, which was located in the parking garage to the left of the building. It wasn’t like she drove or had a vehicle, so that entryway was pointless. Wanting to get out from the cold and knowing she still had a lot to cover with Kevin, she led the way through the small foyer of the club.
The small hall was usually dimly lit with gas lamp sconces to give off an air of sensuality, while Latin music ordinarily drifted from the speakers. At the moment, one canister light did shine down on the wooden oak hostess stand. It was well lit enough that she easily swept her card key and gained access to the inner sanctum of the club.
Whereas usually the sounds of low murmurs and carnal moans enveloped a person as they entered the main area, silence descended as the empty play spaces hid themselves in the shadows of the after hours lighting. The orange scented wood soap hung in the air and teased Elle’s nostrils. She bypassed the bar to the left of her, sneaking a glance in the mirror that hung toward the back. Kevin’s eyes were on her.
“There’s a lot more information where that came from,” Elle added, trying to ignore the BDSM equipment and implements as they walked past them. Each play station was cordoned off by black velvet rope, which was slung between antiquated brass poles. She maneuvered around the sitting quarters which consisted of booths and couches, privacy gained from the palms and ferns situated just so. Her apartment was located at the top of the backstairs. She usually never gave the club a second glance, but for some reason having Kevin behind her made it stand out more. She ignored the niggling feeling and pushed it to the back of her mind. “Rachel said she would touch base with the detective who interviewed her.”
“Trust me, after I tell this to Taggart he’ll question her himself.”
“He won’t get answers if he comes on too strong,” Elle warned, using the keycard to gain access to her apartment. She liked the security system that Jax and Connor had set up. She walked through the doorway and grimaced, knowing she would have to turn the heat up just a tad. She hated wasting money on a few degrees. “It’s better if she speaks with the detective who questioned her in the first place. Rachel felt comfortable with him.”
Elle turned just in time to see the frown on Kevin’s face. He didn’t like someone other than him or this Taggart to be lead in this investigation. Was it vanity or just a sense of control? She didn’t picture Kevin as narcissistic in any way, but then again, she really didn’t know him. She quickly took off her jacket and scarf then made her way to the small kitchenette. She refused to admit the reason of why she’d purchased a few more mugs on the way home from the center this afternoon.
“I’m making coffee. Would you like some?”
“Whatever other information you have must be a doozy,” Kevin replied. She didn’t have to turn around to know that he was taking off his jacket. Before she could ask what he meant, he continued. “You’re offering me coffee? Usually you show me the door.”
At that she did turn around. Elle could see how serious he was and she tried to think back to the other times when he was in her apartment. It was rare, but there had been times that he would drop by with Jax or Connor. She wasn’t the type to be
“Then I’d say you’re not doing your job properly,” Elle replied, her brown eyes lightening in her delight. “If you were, you’d know that Bee was seen leaving the same warehouse where Francie’s body was found the night before.”
Chapter Six
E lle couldn’t help but feel a little victorious when the look of disbelief had crossed Kevin’s face. She let him stew just a little more on that tiny bit of information as she used her keycard for access to Masters. She never used the backdoor, which was located in the parking garage to the left of the building. It wasn’t like she drove or had a vehicle, so that entryway was pointless. Wanting to get out from the cold and knowing she still had a lot to cover with Kevin, she led the way through the small foyer of the club.
The small hall was usually dimly lit with gas lamp sconces to give off an air of sensuality, while Latin music ordinarily drifted from the speakers. At the moment, one canister light did shine down on the wooden oak hostess stand. It was well lit enough that she easily swept her card key and gained access to the inner sanctum of the club.
Whereas usually the sounds of low murmurs and carnal moans enveloped a person as they entered the main area, silence descended as the empty play spaces hid themselves in the shadows of the after hours lighting. The orange scented wood soap hung in the air and teased Elle’s nostrils. She bypassed the bar to the left of her, sneaking a glance in the mirror that hung toward the back. Kevin’s eyes were on her.
“There’s a lot more information where that came from,” Elle added, trying to ignore the BDSM equipment and implements as they walked past them. Each play station was cordoned off by black velvet rope, which was slung between antiquated brass poles. She maneuvered around the sitting quarters which consisted of booths and couches, privacy gained from the palms and ferns situated just so. Her apartment was located at the top of the backstairs. She usually never gave the club a second glance, but for some reason having Kevin behind her made it stand out more. She ignored the niggling feeling and pushed it to the back of her mind. “Rachel said she would touch base with the detective who interviewed her.”
“Trust me, after I tell this to Taggart he’ll question her himself.”
“He won’t get answers if he comes on too strong,” Elle warned, using the keycard to gain access to her apartment. She liked the security system that Jax and Connor had set up. She walked through the doorway and grimaced, knowing she would have to turn the heat up just a tad. She hated wasting money on a few degrees. “It’s better if she speaks with the detective who questioned her in the first place. Rachel felt comfortable with him.”
Elle turned just in time to see the frown on Kevin’s face. He didn’t like someone other than him or this Taggart to be lead in this investigation. Was it vanity or just a sense of control? She didn’t picture Kevin as narcissistic in any way, but then again, she really didn’t know him. She quickly took off her jacket and scarf then made her way to the small kitchenette. She refused to admit the reason of why she’d purchased a few more mugs on the way home from the center this afternoon.
“I’m making coffee. Would you like some?”
“Whatever other information you have must be a doozy,” Kevin replied. She didn’t have to turn around to know that he was taking off his jacket. Before she could ask what he meant, he continued. “You’re offering me coffee? Usually you show me the door.”
At that she did turn around. Elle could see how serious he was and she tried to think back to the other times when he was in her apartment. It was rare, but there had been times that he would drop by with Jax or Connor. She wasn’t the type to be
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