Page 18 of Keeping Her Secrets

“I hope so. We need to figure out how this fits in with the kidnapping plot.”

“Yeah, him getting shot could play either way. Either he’s the shooter, in which case there should be a gun in that room or in his car, and someone is tying up loose ends, or he’s being set up.”

“What makes you think he’s being set up?” Ash asked as he drove.

“The room reeked of perfume and sex. Would he shoot at us and then go back to his room and shag all night?”

“Shag?” Ash laughed, despite the situation.

“Oh, shut up, your British family are rubbing off on me.”

“No, I like it, but go on. Why would he not be having sex after shooting at us? Having sex is well known after an adrenaline rush, and shooting people is one for sure.”

“Maybe, but that wasn’t cheap perfume; it was the good stuff like Jessica’s best friend was wearing yesterday.”

“You noticed her perfume?”

Mustique shrugged. “It’s my job to notice everything. There was also a flower on the floor that matched the ones from the bouquets.” Ash arched a brow, and it pleased her that she’d impressed him. It made her feel proud, and she felt a blush creep over her cheeks. What was this man doing to her? She didn’t blush, and she never acted like a lovesick schoolgirl.

“So, you think he was screwing Lois?”

“Maybe.”

“Then we need to find Lois and see if she can give him an alibi for the shooting and then visit Craven.”

Mustique hid the fact her hand was shaking at the mention of Craven and nodded before staring out the window. It was getting harder and harder to hide this from him, and she was beginning to think she was too tired to try.