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I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from mouthing off.
“No, of course not.”
“You are highly unprofessional.”
I made faces that she couldn’t see. I wanted to quit so bad but didn’t, because of two things: first, reputation. I couldn’t risk blowing a major client just to maintain the moral high ground. And two, empty bank account.
“I had my colleague confirm that Mr. Monroe was, in fact, at his regularly scheduled golf date this morning at nine. I have photos of the men he golfed with—they are his regular group. They had lunch at one, and right now your husband is, in fact, at your house.”
“I know all that. He was in the shower when I called you and you did not answer.”
In my most contrite tone, I said, “I am sorry for missing your call.” The apology felt like dog shit on my tongue.
“He told me he’s going into the office for a few hours. That’s what he’s been saying and I know for a fact that he’s not going to the office. This is it. I want photos, I want the little whore’s name, and I want it as soon as you know.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I moved my jaw back and forth and heard it pop.
“I have to go,” Brittney hissed. “Just do your job and get me the proof ASAP.” She ended the call.
I barely refrained from throwing my phone against the wall. Deep breath in, slow breath out. Again.
Proof. Right. There would be no proof if Logan Monroe wasn’t actually cheating. He’d been acting off and lying, according to the wife—signs of something, but I could think of a half dozen reasons other than screwing around.
But screwing around was certainly on the list.
I dialed Theo.
“Yep,” he answered.
“Where are you?”
“Parked outside their gated neighborhood.”
“He’s supposed to be going to the office in a few,” I said.
He snorted. “You think?”
“He did last week when she called thinking he was meeting with his mistress. It’s going to take me thirty minutes to get there, then you’re free.”
“When you paying me?”
Fuck. “I can give you half tonight, plus gas.”
“You gave that mom all your money, didn’t you?”
“You aren’t supposed to know about her.” If I hadn’t needed Theo’s help with getting the car, I’d never have told him.
“You’re a softie, Margo.”
What would be the point of denying it?
“I don’t need a lecture from a twenty-year-old criminal.”
“Former criminal. I’ve been clean since the day before my eighteenth birthday. You know that, sugar.”
“Don’t call me sugar or you won’t be seeing a dime.”
He laughed. Theo had a hearty laugh that made him sound older and didn’t fit his tall skinny body. “You’re fun to wind up, Angel.”
