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“What did you give him?” I asked.
She hesitated.
“Some drugs have serious side effects. He deserves to know.”
“I have a prescription for lorazepam. It’s legit, but I don’t use it anymore. I dissolved a double dose in water.”
“Throw them away. And steer clear of Logan Monroe.”
Rachel went back inside. Yeah, I believed her, but her excuses were pathetic.
Brittney Monroe was worse. When I found no evidence that Logan was committing adultery, she hired Rachel to seduce her husband so that she could divorce him for cheating on her and walk away with fifteen million dollars.
Something didn’t fit. Maybe I’m more devious or smarter than Brittney, but if it were me and I wanted to set up my husband, I would have set everything in motion before hiring the private investigator. I would have a similar sob story—oh, he’s changed, he’s lying to me, he’s ignoring me, blah, blah—but I would have had Rachel (well, someone smarter and wiser than Rachel) already in the wings so that the first time my PI went to follow him, there would be something to photograph.
There were plenty of people who could be hired for nefarious purposes.
Which is why this whole charade with Brittney was giving me a headache. Ten days of nothing...then I give her a name of a female business associate and suddenly that’s the name Brittney drops to set up her husband? And she didn’t think I’d pick up on it?
I called Tess.
“What have you found on Jennifer White?”
“Nothing new. Did Rachel admit everything?”
“Yep. Brittney hired her, wanted the money shot with her husband making it with another woman.” Which I didn’t get because there was no money shot to be had.
“Why would she want to sabotage her own marriage?”
There were a lot of reasons people no longer wanted to be married, but Tess still believed in true love and happily-ever-after. Even when I was mad at her, which was often, I never wanted to burst her bubble.
“For Brittney, it’s about money. She gets more in the divorce if he cheats.”
“Just money? There has to be something else.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know—it seems so crass.”
It was crass, but it was also common. “Yeah, I think it is just about money. Maybe she never loved him, maybe she did but he’s a jerk, maybe she just got tired of being tied down to one man, maybe she found someone else. Don’t know, don’t care.”
Not completely true—I didn’t care about Brittney Monroe, but I wanted the truth.
I hated being used.
I shifted the conversation back to Jennifer White. “Learn anything about Desert West?”
“Jack’s there now. Are you coming to the office?”
She sounded almost hopeful. “Miss me?” I said.
“I thought you wanted to help find Jennifer.”
“I do, but I have something to follow up on. I’ll call you when I’m done.”
Twenty-Six
Jack Angelhart
