Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
It’s not often that a girl gets rejected by a smoking hot guy and sticks around to get friend-zoned, but I did and I was glad about it.
He was still hot, and once in a while, my attraction to him rose to the surface, reminding me of what a missed opportunity the wedding had been for me. For us. But this was better because friendships were forever, and relationships were a dime a dozen.
The woman who eventually ended up with Jamie on her arm would be one lucky bitch.
And I had my doubts if it would ever be me.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Jameson
“I assume you know why we’re here?”
Beck’s clear blue eyes examined me closely. I didn’t know what she was looking for, but she took her time and waited patiently for me to answer. I let her look her fill while I took in Savannah’s new headquarters, a shiny new office building in the heart of Glitz.
I nodded. “Rumor around town was that Mueller and Ronan Rhymer did some business together.”
“Exactly. Do you have any personal business with her I should know about?”
“You mean other than the fact that she’s fucking my brother?”
I wasn’t so green that I didn’t know she knew, and I wasn’t naïve enough to think she hadn’t put a tail on me just to be sure I wasn’t feeding intel to my brother, who would tell Savannah.
“Yeah. Other than that.”
“Nope.”
“Good. Let’s go.” We stood on the street for all to see, including Savannah, I was sure.
“After you.” Inside the reception area, the woman with too much attitude and not enough skirt led us to a bank of elevators, where two security teams escorted us to her office. “Swanky.”
“It’s amazing what dirty money can buy.” There was more to Beck’s hate than the typical good guys versus bad guys stuff. It went deeper than that, but I wasn’t in a position to question her, so all I could do was keep my eyes and ears open.
Wide fucking open. Because I didn’t trust Beck one iota.
Inside the office, Savannah didn’t bother standing. She glanced up from the computer on her imposing desk and waved us in. “Have a seat if you like.”
Beck laughed and leaned over the desk to taunt Savannah. “You look much better than the last time I saw you. No trace of that junkie whore anywhere to be seen.”
Savannah threw her head back and laughed, but there was little amusement in it. Her eyes focused like lasers on Beck.
“That’s what’s so great about Vegas, isn’t it? Fortunes change on a dime, from junkie whore to CEO in just a few months. Now, Agent Beck, what is it you came here for other than to harass me?”
“I’m sure you’ve heard the news about Bishop Dietrich Mueller?”
“I have.” Savannah nodded once, her tone impossible to read.
“And how do you feel about that?”
She shrugged. “Feel? How is that relevant to your investigation?” She arched a brow, challenging Beck, who didn’t seem to take that too well, judging from the ice in her voice when she answered.
“We need to uncover all possible suspects, so if you had ill will toward him, maybe you’re a suspect instead of a source of information.”
It was too much, too soon, and Beck was too emotional to realize it. Savannah gave her a thoughtful nod.
“If that’s the case, I’ll set up a time to come and speak to you with my attorney present.”
I glared at Agent Beck to get her attention, but she was too busy mad-dogging Savannah to notice.
“Look Ms. Rhymer, we’re just trying to figure out who would want to kill Mueller and Bonnie. Tell us how you knew Mueller.”
Savannah sighed and nodded. “He was an old friend and sometimes an associate of Ronan’s, so I was only peripherally aware of him on a personal level. I know he had a predilection for young girls, which coincided with Ronan’s business.”
“And you had nothing to do with that, right?”
“I kept the books for my father’s organization. Are you detaining me? Because if you have any further questions, I’d like to speak to my lawyer.”
She flashed a perfect beauty pageant smile as if nothing in the world was wrong as if this was regular everyday business.
“What do you do here?” Beck smiled, and Savannah smiled back.
“Is that relevant to Mueller’s murder?” Savannah sat back and crossed her legs with a wistful smile. “You know, I always wondered if Mueller was a bad cop,” she added with a nonchalant shrug.
“He wasn’t a cop and you damn well know it.”
“What I know, Agent Beck is that I don’t care either way.”
Savannah didn’t wait for another round of questions. She rose from her desk and folded her arms, staring down Beck to let her know she wasn’t the same woman Beck had first met, a woman to be bossed around. “Have a nice day.”