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elevator. Dodge followed. We got in. Dodge nodded toward Jordan. I slipped in.
“Did you know Mandy?” Dodge asked.
“No.” Jordan shook his head. His pulse spiked and his body temperature rose. A definite lie.
“Miss Mona said you did,” Dodge told him. I didn’t need to be in Dodge’s body to know that was a lie.
“She did?” Jordan replied.
“Of course. She wants us to find the person who killed Mandy, too.”
“Mandy was a great girl. She was really beautiful and nice, too.”
“Do you remember her having any problems recently?”
“No, not recently. She did a few times when she first started here.”
“Yeah, Miss Mona gave me the reports on them.” Dodge held up the papers that Mona had given him. “Do the women usually go out or do they bring the men back here?”
“It can happen either way, whatever the client wants.”
“Is it usual for the girls to take them back to their own apartments?”
“Oh, no. That’s not allowed. They don’t go to the client’s home either. It’s either a hotel or here.”
The elevator doors opened on the main floor. Dodge stepped out. Jordan walked us to the door.
Dodge reached out his hand and shook Jordan’s. “Thanks for your help, Jordan.”
“No problem, Inspector.”
The older guard frowned at Jordan, took his arm, and led him away. I slipped out. “You got him in trouble.”
“I might have.” Dodge’s grin was absolutely wicked.
“No doubt about it.”
We got back into Dodge’s car. He put in his ear piece and started the engine. “He wasn’t lying?”
“No.”
“What was the name in the file?”
“Want to guess?”
“Samantha,” Dodge said with forced patience, his eyes narrowed.
“Ruiz Juarez.”
“Who?”
“It’s Mayor Phillips’ alias.”
Dodge grinned and arched an eyebrow. “This should be fun.”
Chapter 7
Dodge pulled away from the curb. “The mayor was involved with Mandy.”
“Well, he was her last client.”
“And maybe her killer.”
“Why would he kill her and then put you as lead of the investigation to find the killer?”
Dodge lowered his gaze. “Maybe because I’ve been screwing up a lot lately and he doesn’t think I can do the job.”
“You’ve been having a rather bad time since your wife was killed?” I asked.
Dodge glanced at me, then back to the road, his face serious and grim. “Yes.”
I would have liked to reach over and comfort him, but that wasn’t going to happen. I winked at him. “Let’s prove him wrong.”
The edges of his frown tilted slightly upward. “Yeah, that’s a great idea, Samantha.”
A few minutes later we pulled up to City Hall, a massive white building with pillars and rounded roofs. Dodge parked in another reserved parking slot, put up his on duty sign, and got out. He had to show his badge at the front door to get around all the metal detectors and security guards.
We took an elevator to the fourth floor. We were alone, so I said, “Do you really think the mayor is a killer?”
Dodge didn’t answer, just stared forward at the door.
I walked around and stood in front of him, waving my arms. “Hello? Dodge?”
He took out his notepad, flipped open to a blank page, and wrote: security cameras.
In two corners next to the ceilings were little cameras. “Oh, those. What’s the matter, you don’t want to look like you’re talking to yourself?”
He wrote: no.
“You’re no fun.”
He smiled. Then the doors opened. At the end of the hall we found the door to the mayor’s office.
Dodge opened it and we entered a large reception area with plush maroon carpet and several small leather couches. A large dark walnut desk stood in the middle and behind it sat a shapely woman in her late twenties or early thirties, with long blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and boobs the size of Mt. Everest. Her name plate said: Gabriella Marshal, Administrative Assistant. She looked up as we walked to her desk
“Did you know Mandy?” Dodge asked.
“No.” Jordan shook his head. His pulse spiked and his body temperature rose. A definite lie.
“Miss Mona said you did,” Dodge told him. I didn’t need to be in Dodge’s body to know that was a lie.
“She did?” Jordan replied.
“Of course. She wants us to find the person who killed Mandy, too.”
“Mandy was a great girl. She was really beautiful and nice, too.”
“Do you remember her having any problems recently?”
“No, not recently. She did a few times when she first started here.”
“Yeah, Miss Mona gave me the reports on them.” Dodge held up the papers that Mona had given him. “Do the women usually go out or do they bring the men back here?”
“It can happen either way, whatever the client wants.”
“Is it usual for the girls to take them back to their own apartments?”
“Oh, no. That’s not allowed. They don’t go to the client’s home either. It’s either a hotel or here.”
The elevator doors opened on the main floor. Dodge stepped out. Jordan walked us to the door.
Dodge reached out his hand and shook Jordan’s. “Thanks for your help, Jordan.”
“No problem, Inspector.”
The older guard frowned at Jordan, took his arm, and led him away. I slipped out. “You got him in trouble.”
“I might have.” Dodge’s grin was absolutely wicked.
“No doubt about it.”
We got back into Dodge’s car. He put in his ear piece and started the engine. “He wasn’t lying?”
“No.”
“What was the name in the file?”
“Want to guess?”
“Samantha,” Dodge said with forced patience, his eyes narrowed.
“Ruiz Juarez.”
“Who?”
“It’s Mayor Phillips’ alias.”
Dodge grinned and arched an eyebrow. “This should be fun.”
Chapter 7
Dodge pulled away from the curb. “The mayor was involved with Mandy.”
“Well, he was her last client.”
“And maybe her killer.”
“Why would he kill her and then put you as lead of the investigation to find the killer?”
Dodge lowered his gaze. “Maybe because I’ve been screwing up a lot lately and he doesn’t think I can do the job.”
“You’ve been having a rather bad time since your wife was killed?” I asked.
Dodge glanced at me, then back to the road, his face serious and grim. “Yes.”
I would have liked to reach over and comfort him, but that wasn’t going to happen. I winked at him. “Let’s prove him wrong.”
The edges of his frown tilted slightly upward. “Yeah, that’s a great idea, Samantha.”
A few minutes later we pulled up to City Hall, a massive white building with pillars and rounded roofs. Dodge parked in another reserved parking slot, put up his on duty sign, and got out. He had to show his badge at the front door to get around all the metal detectors and security guards.
We took an elevator to the fourth floor. We were alone, so I said, “Do you really think the mayor is a killer?”
Dodge didn’t answer, just stared forward at the door.
I walked around and stood in front of him, waving my arms. “Hello? Dodge?”
He took out his notepad, flipped open to a blank page, and wrote: security cameras.
In two corners next to the ceilings were little cameras. “Oh, those. What’s the matter, you don’t want to look like you’re talking to yourself?”
He wrote: no.
“You’re no fun.”
He smiled. Then the doors opened. At the end of the hall we found the door to the mayor’s office.
Dodge opened it and we entered a large reception area with plush maroon carpet and several small leather couches. A large dark walnut desk stood in the middle and behind it sat a shapely woman in her late twenties or early thirties, with long blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and boobs the size of Mt. Everest. Her name plate said: Gabriella Marshal, Administrative Assistant. She looked up as we walked to her desk
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