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“Yes. It’s an agreement we have. She stole from me.”
“So what, she’s working off her debt to you?”
“It was a trade. Something I wanted for something she wanted.”
“What was that?”
“For her to remain free.”
“Then why are you looking further into her background? Unless…” he trails off, his eyes widening. “Unless she will still matter to you after his week.”
I stand abruptly, annoyed that he’s reading more into this than there is. “I answered your question, now answer mine. How was the walk eventful?”
He digs into the inner pocket of his coat and pulls out an envelope. Sliding it over to me, he nods to it. “Your buddy Marco Tadesco from the alliance is one slippery bastard. He managed to get in and out of the Hufton without getting caught by security. Left that at the front desk for you.”
“I told you to take care of him.”
“Without killing him,” Patrick snaps. “Sorry, that presented a challenge.”
“Mother fucker.” I snatch the envelope and tear into it. Inside I find a short note written on the back of a black and white photograph. “Fuck!”
“What is it?”
“We have a problem. I want you to double security on all our locations.”
“Don’t worry. Marco won’t?—”
“This is bigger than that weasel.” I immediately grab my cell phone and dial Luca’s number. When he doesn’t answer, I leave a message. “Luca, call me back as soon as you get this. I might need backup.”
“What’s going on?” Patrick asks, his eyes narrowed.
“If this is true, we’re going to need all the help we can get.” I toss the photo onto the desk and his eyes widen.
“Is that…”
“The Ferryman.” I glance at the photograph depicting a dark-haired man entering Snake’s Den, the club across the street from us. How fucking appropriate. It isn’t a sharp image, but I’ve seen him close up enough that it doesn’t have to be. “I’m ninety nine percent sure the man in that photo is Gideon Black.”
14
ANDIE
The third night at Club Voyeur is less shocking than the first two. Although I do feel the center of attention as I walk arm in arm with Gavin toward his private booth, I quickly make peace with the knowledge that some of those staring at us know me a whole lot better than I’d like them to. They saw what they saw, and were fascinated by it in some way. Perhaps it aroused them, or maybe it was simply that if what Gavin said is true and he’s never fucked anyone in the club, they were finally getting a glimpse at something very private.
As for me, I’m a nobody. Simply the girl he was with, whose face they won’t remember next week. And if they do, it’s not like they can tell anyone without serious consequences.
But while I have the attention of everyone else, Gavin’s seems to be far away.
Tonight, Erik put me in a slinky silver dress with a low-cut neckline.
“Mr. Alexander wants you in something easy to take off. And of course, your pony. What is it with that man?” Erik asked when he came up to the penthouse earlier.
“I don’t know.” I touched my hair and pulled it forward to stare at the golden ends.
In just the few days that Erik has been styling it, it seems healthier. Shinier.
“Some men have kinks. Guess that’s his,” he says.
I was sure Gavin would pounce on me the moment he picked me up at the penthouse. He didn’t. Instead, he barely lifted his gaze to me as he brushed passed and went into the shower.
