be cool in front of him, and instead settle into the couch next to her. I fist bump my young friend, and then rub some of her hair between my fingers as she swats at me. “Behave.”
“I didn’t kiss the fuck out of you like I wanted to, precisely because I am behaving for E’s sake,” I whisper in her ear. That gets me a genuine smile.
“Were you and my mom arguing out there?”
“She was handing me my ass, E.”
“She’s good at that.”
“Truth.”
“Did you make Jen cry?” he blurts out, and my admiration for him grows.
“I’m afraid I did.”
“Then she could do better than you.”
“Whoa, E,” she says, as I laugh. God, this kid.
“It’s true. You’re awesome, and I’m not just saying that because you’re teaching me to ride English style, or because you tell me all the British slang for cussing, and insulting people.”
“Jenysis is the most awesomest woman who ever walked this Earth, dude. Believe me, I know that.”
“You’re laying it on a little thick,” she tells me with a smirk.
“Just telling it like it is.”
“Maybe you are good enough for her,” Ethan tells me.
“I’m really trying to be.”
“Good. I didn’t want to have to kick your ass.”
8
W ayne
Dinner passes by in a blur of Jeny’s shrimp, stolen kisses between bites of everything, and conversation that skates all around the real reason everyone is here. My close friends are trying hard to pretend everything is normal, while the others who work for the Society women are looking at me like they think they can somehow figure me out. I’m a pretty open book, but it’s still unnerving.
“So, who am I talking to first?” I ask, throwing it right out there.
An uncomfortable silence starts to descend, but Scott Griffin breaks it. “I’ll go first. I want to get back to Yas and the kids.”
“Of course,” I tell him, nodding. His kids both have strep throat, and Yasmin stayed home to take care of them. “Let’s go into the library.”
Six people join us, including Jeny’s friends, Sierra and Rhieve. We get settled in on the chairs and couches, and after I agree to have the conversation taped so they don’t miss anything, Scott gets us started.
“You need to know that the security footage from the hotel is damaged. Ainsley and I are both working on it, and we’re sharing that part of things, because we both need it, but right now, we have nothing.”
“Isn’t that a little suspicious?” I ask.
“More than a little, and the police have got to be investigating whether you did it somehow.”
“Me? I couldn’t hack into my own computer, let alone a hotel security system.”
“No, but you have the money to hire someone. I don’t believe you did, but they have to be looking.”
“Because Reina’s looking.”
“Yeah. I mean, they haven’t come out and said it, but it’s common sense. We can’t worry about them, though.”
“I’m not. Worried, I mean. I know I didn’t do this.”
“I know you didn’t, too, but we can’t just rest on that knowledge. The burden of proof may technically be on the prosecution, but it’s your life on the line.”
“I’ll do whatever I can to help you.”
Scott nods, pleased with my answer. “Let’s start with your timeline for the night.”
“Okay, well we had rehearsal earlier in the day. After that, the guys and I split up. Jeny was with Darcy in L.A., attending a charity fashion show as a representative of her country, so I headed to the hotel while Kace went home, and Brett went to be with Kevin. I wasn’t really tired, so I decided to check out one of the bars.”
“That’s where you saw the victim?”
“Yes. She was at the bar when I walked in, and there was just something off about her. She called me over for a picture, and I did it, but I had to pretty much hold her up. I spoke to the bartender, and told him she needed to be cut off, and he said he’d keep an eye out for her. I stayed a little longer, but then it was
Chris D'Lacey
Sloane Meyers
L.L Hunter
Bec Adams
C. J. Cherryh
Ari Thatcher
Glenn van Dyke, Renee van Dyke
Bonnie Bryant
Suzanne Young
Jesse Ventura, Dick Russell