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“That may be true, but right now she can only afford them at Walmart.” Deanne produced another document. “Vera spent the insurance money as soon as it hit her bank account.”
“Eugene Thomas.” Farrow rubbed her forehead. “Can you tell me a bit about his background? His family?”
Tom flipped through pages. “Sure.”
As we waited for him to find whatever he was searching for, the plane began its descent.
A flurry of texts dropped from the top of Natalie’s screen in quick succession.
Jilly Bean:
Is your boss still playing hard to get?
Jilly Bean:
Or is he getting too hard…
[Smirking Emoji]
Jilly Bean:
You have to figure out what the housekeeper did to make him screw her.
Jilly Bean:
This is your way in.
Jilly Bean:
Get knocked up, and we’re gold.
We can finally open the company.
I made a mental note to fire Natalie—and not drink anything she handed me—while Tom answered Octi.
“Eugene Thomas. Twenty-Eight. Parents never married. His mom registered him under her last name. He grew up without a dad, since he traveled around the world for work. They reconnected during his court case. Both his parents visit him once a week in prison.”
She edged forward, hungry for more. “What are their names?”
She had an angle.
Farrow always had an angle.
I enjoyed this side of her most. It reminded me of our first official encounter.
Her—hot as hell in lingerie, setting down Go pieces like a savant.
And me—soaking up the view as her tongue swiped across her lips.
Any other time, and I’d be rock hard.
“Mom is Paula Thomas. Dad is… wait, let me find it.” Tom clucked his tongue. “Ah, there it is. Dad’s name is Andras Horvath.”
Farrow closed her eyes.
And all I saw was red.
Andras.
