Page 35 of The Bad Husband

I point at the screen with my finger.

He crosses his arms on top of his chest, studying me with interest and smugness before his expression changes and he is serious again.

“All you need to do is create a distraction.’

“How?”

“Dress provocatively. Make everyone in the room look at you. Men and women. The women who won’t look at you will look at the men they’re in cahoots with.”

“What will happen to their women if we catch them doing that?”

“That’s not something you need to think about.”

“Damon?”

“Yes?”

He has a smirk on his face.

I sigh.

“I thought you had a real job in mind. I can’t do this.”

“Because it’s hard?” he asks with sarcasm.

“Because it’s illegal.”

“Not what you’re doing, isn’t it?”

“I’d be an accomplice.”

“Maybe. But things won’t get that far. I need you for a night or two. Once I find who these men work with, I’ll fix the problem, and you’re out. You can serve drinks in the main room, if you want to.”

“No. I don’t need a job. I got one.”

“You don’t need to work for money, yet you’re still doing it.”

“What kind of argument is that? You’re asking me to do some shady stuff for you. How in the world could you think that I was the right person for this?”

He straightens in his seat.

“You’re the right person. You’re part of the family now,” he murmurs, staring at one of the screens that has a direct view of the main bar in the biggest room of the club.

“What is that supposed to mean?” I ask, grappling with a bad feeling.

He leans back again, relaxed, a smile on his lips, and after searching my eyes for a moment, he tilts his chin toward the suitcase sitting on the floor.

“You’ve already done something illegal.”

“What?”

“That suitcase can incriminate both of us. You’ve crossed that line about an hour or so ago.”

I look at him, not believing my eyes.

“What is this, Damon? I didn’t do anything. You picked me up. I rode with you. I had no idea what you’d do.”

“Tell that to the men gambling in that room. They might run the investigation.”