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“All right,” I say at last. “But you’re going to need a fancy dress.”
She gives me a look. “Just who is your contact?”
“Diego Lopez.”
Emory blinks for a few seconds, and then she snickers.
“Oh, shut up, who is he really?”
“Diego Lopez,” I say again. “Of course, he used to be called Diego Sanchez back in the day.”
Emory shakes her head.
“How do you know one of the biggest film producers in Hollywood? Don’t tell me he was in the SEALs with you.”
“Hell no. Diego was a drug dealer.”
She does a double take. “Say what?”
“Not the grungy street dealer type. Diego was high class. His clientele was among the elite in Hollywood. He got busted once or twice but never gave up his client list. That decision really paid off.”
“No kidding.”
“I’ll say. All right, I’m sure I have something in my closet that will work. What kind of event is it?”
“A film premiere. Ghostchasers 9, Breaking New Ground.”
That isn’t the official title, but it gets the desired effect. She starts laughing. Maybe it didn’t banish all of the darkness out of her sky blue eyes. Not quite. But it certainly helps.
When we get back to her place, I do my circle the block thing. Emory peers just as intently out the window as I do.
“At least you live in a well lit neighborhood. Still too many places to hide for my taste.”
“I don’t think they’re here.”
I don’t either. But I won’t let her go in, or even get out of the truck, until I log into her security system and check the footage personally. Nothing, and no breaks in coverage.
“All right, we’re good. Keep close to me and walk quickly. Don’t stop until we’re inside the house.”
“Yes Sir,” she says, snapping off a salute. “I’m starting to feel like the president.”
I snicker, but I’m too focused to really find anything funny. I keep my eyes peeled the whole way inside, and even when the door shuts behind us I don’t relax. I check out the windows for good measure before locking up.
“So, how come Diego is on your friends list? Don’t tell me you used to get nose candy off of him.”
“No, I wasn’t a client. I saved his life once. Kind of an accident, but now Diego treats me like his knight in shining armor. Have you ever met him?”
“No, not personally.”
“We first met at a one-percenter biker bar in Fresno. He’s…high energy.”
She nods, and gestures toward the steps.
“I’m going to get ready. Help yourself to anything in the fridge.”
“Thanks.”
I watch her go up the steps. My gaze drops to her perfect bottom. Something stirs inside of me. Emory checks all the boxes. And then some. But I’m just the bodyguard.
