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“I need to speak to him,” said Jamie.
“He’s busy. Stop calling us. We don’t need you any longer,” said the man.
“I need to talk to him. I have some information about someone looking for Imron, and he’s going to pay me for it, or I’ll tell them everything!”
She was met with silence on the other end of the phone. He cleared his throat, then finally spoke.
“Give me a minute,” said the man.
“I’ll wait,” she smirked, winking at her roommate.
“Jamie, you’re playing with fire,” said the girl. “That guy is crazy, and he’s pulling you into his craziness. Don’t do this. I saw what you did to Imron. He was a sweet guy.”
“Have you talked to him?” she snapped.
“No. Of course not. I just thought he was sweet. He would always bring us coffee and beignets in the morning when he worked around here. He was so soft-spoken. He sort of made me feel calm. I just liked him.” Jamie glared at her.
“He’s not for you! He’s just a piece of trash!” she snapped.
“If he was trash, why are you so worried about him? I can like who I like, Jamie. You don’t get to tell me who to be friends with and who not to be friends with. I’ve had enough of your bossiness and bitchiness. You are not a good friend, Jamie.”
She stared at her, wanting to slap her roommate, then looked around the living room. It was different. There were things missing. Walking into her bedroom, the phone still at her ear, she slammed the door against the wall.
“Where is your shit?”
“My shit, as you call it, is in my new place. By myself. I knew you were up to something again, Jamie. What is it with you? Everyone warned me not to room with you, but I thought I’d give you a chance. You just love seeing everyone as miserable as you are.”
“Get out! Get out!” she screamed.
“Happily.” Stephanie left the apartment, walking down the street and around the corner. She smiled, waving at the man in the front seat of the small car. At least one drama was over and done.
“You there?” asked the man.
“Huh?” frowned Jamie. “Yeah, yeah, I’m here. Where can I meet you?”
“No need. We’ll come and get you.”
“No. No way. I know how you guys operate. We’re meeting in person, and I want the cash, or you get nothing!”
“You’re a fucking bitch, Jamie. I should have known not to get you involved. Always willing to sell out anyone for a dime. You’ll never get your own salon, Jamie. Never. No one in their right mind would ever work for you.”
“Fuck you! Meet me at Jax Brewery at nine, or I tell those neanderthals everything I know.”
“You do, and you’re a dead woman.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The Gray Wolf team met the next morning, with Max filling everyone in on what he and Callan had encountered. With Code as their tech person, he immediately went to work trying to find out everything he could about Jamie Connor. Her photo was up on the screen with specifics around her height, weight, hair, and eye color.
“Keep in mind, her hair color could be anything now since she works in a salon. When we saw her yesterday, she was a dirty blonde, but she could have changed that overnight.”
Code was making strange ‘hemming’ and ‘hawing’ sounds from behind his computer, all eyes turning to see what was wrong with him.
“You gonna clue us into your strange geek language?” frowned Ghost.
“Oh, sorry. Jamie Connor comes from a good family in Mississippi. Father owns several ice cream parlors. Her mother is an emergency room nurse. Both of them went to Ole Miss. Great school, expensive as shit. She had a brother who went to law school and joined a firm in Chicago and a sister that followed in her mother’s footsteps, becoming a trauma nurse.”
“And Jamie?” frowned Nine.
