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“Shit, yeah, he was,” Ross admitted. “Leo’s dad owned half the club too.”
“I’d like to ask you three a few questions if you don’t mind,” Crew said.
“I’m not sure how much help we can be, but we’ll try to help you out,” Ross agreed. He looked over at Zane again, cocking an eyebrow at him. “Right, Zane?” he asked. Zane knew that it was pointless to argue with Ross. As the oldest in their little group, he was also the bossiest and usually the one in charge.
“Sure, I’ll answer some questions,” Zane agreed, pasting on his best fake smile. Only Ross would know that he wasn’t being sincere, but he didn’t give a fuck. He wanted to answer Crew’s questions and then go home to sulk. The hottest guy he’d seen in a damn long time wanted to talk to him about a murder that took place over a year ago when all Zane wanted to discuss was if Crew would give him his number. He had a feeling that he already knew the answer to that question.
Crew
Crew wasn’t sure that opening up the cold case was a good idea, but who was he to argue with his boss? He was a nobody, but that worked for him. As an undercover detective, he needed to be inconspicuous and fly under the radar. That was exactly what he planned to do about this case, and if he was lucky enough to find anything to take back to his boss, then great.
He followed Ross and Zane back to a small office that had an oversized desk sitting up against the wall and a sofa that took up an entire wall in the room. The office was nothing like the opulent lobby. The paneling on the walls gave the feeling that whoever decorated the office had done so in the 1970s.
“Do you want something to drink?” Ross asked him. “The pizza will be here soon.” Ross pulled a bottle of whiskey from the shelf behind the desk along with four glasses.
“I’m on duty,” Crew said. “And with that, I guess we should make this all legal,” he said, pulling his badge out of his jacket pocket. “I’m Detective Montgomery and I’d like to ask the three of you a few questions about the death of Susan O’Hare.”
“Who?” Leo asked. The poor guy looked about as lost as the hot guy who ran into him in the lobby.
“Susan O’Hare,” Crew repeated as though saying her name again would explain everything to Leo.
“I’m still lost,” Leo said. “There was a murder in this club and our fathers never mentioned it?”
Ross’s smirk was firmly in place again as he looked at his husband. “Babe, my father kept this place a secret from me until after his death. Do you honestly think he’d mention a murdered girl in a club he kept hidden from my family?”
“I guess not, but I’m trying to figure out why my father wouldn’t tell me about the murder,” Leo insisted.
Zane sunk into the sofa and yawned. “Your father didn’t tell you shit,” he accused. “Tony was never a very forthcoming person. Why would you expect him to share something like a murder at his place of business?” Zane said.
“You know, for a silent partner, you sure do have a lot to say, Zane,” Leo grumbled.
“Okay, we can pick at each other later. Let’s answer Crew’s questions so that we can enjoy the rest of our night,” Ross insisted.
“Always the voice of reason,” Zane teased.
“Naw,” Leo drawled, “he’s just bossy as hell.”
Ross winked at his husband, smiling his wolfish grin. “And you wouldn’t have me any other way,” he said.
Leo sighed and smiled back at his husband. “You’re right,” he breathed.
Crew looked between the two of them and cleared his throat. He felt as though he had just witnessed something that he shouldn’t have. He pulled his small note pad from his front pocket, along with a pen, and sat down on the sofa next to Zane.
“So, the three of you didn’t know Susan O’Hare?” Crew asked, trying to get back to the reason for his visit.
“Nope,” Zane said, “but that doesn’t mean that our fathers didn’t know her. How long ago did you say that she was killed?”
“A year ago,” Crew said, “on June 29. Were any of you spending time in the club last year around that time?” He watched the three men closely, trying to see if any of them had a tell when lying, but he saw nothing.
“I didn’t even know about this place a year ago,” Ross insisted.
“Me either,” Zane chimed in.
“I knew about it, but I never came here. In fact, I thought that it was kind of weird that our fathers bought this place,” Leo said. “I mean, just thinking about them ever coming here grosses me out.”
“Agreed,” Ross said. “So, how did this girl die?” Crew wasn’t sure how much information he should disclose to the new club owners. They were all suspects until he could rule them out, and he hadn’t done that yet.
“She was found in a private room with her throat slit,” Crew admitted. He left out the part about her being about five months pregnant. He had to get his papers from the judge, approving her body to be exhumed, before they’d have any real answers as to who the father might be. There was no autopsy done after the police found her body, and that had always troubled him. Someone had to have paid off the officers in charge—someone powerful enough to have pull with the police commissioner at the time.
