“I was just going to call you,” Mike said quickly.
I paused. “Let’s hear it, then.”
“She was on her best behavior in France, absolutely nothing out of line except insane spending in Paris boutiques.”
“Overspending won’t cut it. It doesn’t matter. What else?”
“When they got back to New York a few days ago, she went somewhere as soon as your father left for the office.”
Anticipation roared through my veins. “Where?”
“Over in Queens somewhere, shitty area, honestly. It was a car garage. Like, an auto shop.”
“Okay, so why’s that weird?”
“She didn’t have a car there. She took a cab, went inside, and left after three hours. I looked up the ownership of the place, and it belongs to a guy named Travis Hunt. Get this, he’s from Hade Harbor. He and Marjory would have been the same age to go to high school together.”
Fuck, there it was.
“Are you telling me that you have evidence of my father’s new wife fucking her high school sweetheart?”
“Yeah, I think so. I mean, they could be playing checkers in there for three hours, but I don’t think so. There’s an apartment above the shop, so…”
“Got it. Good work. Now, I need more. I need stone-cold proof. I can’t fuck this up. We can’t give her a chance to deny it. My father’s reputation hangs in the balance. We need to extricate the Sinclair reputation from this fucking mess. Got it? Not a word to anyone until we’re ready to expose her.”
“Got it.”
“Well done. Keep me posted. I need this to happen yesterday.”
“Okay, got it. Can I ask what the rush is for?” Mike asked.
“No.”
Selena
I finally hada night off from rehearsals a few days after my conversation with Winter at the ice rink. The house was quiet when I let myself in. The housekeeper had left dinner heating in the oven, and the lights were on, low but cozy.
It felt good to be home. It had been a long, hard week with all the extra rehearsals, my library shifts, and coursework to keep up with.
I’d barely seen Brody since our night together. I was largely relieved. I had no idea what to say to him after all of that.
Add in Winter’s constant warnings that I needed to tell him about the creepy cop and his threats, and I wasn’t exactly seeking him out.
I ate dinner and watched TV, enjoying the solitude. Hockey practice was getting intense now, as well, so the house was often empty.
The thought had just crossed my mind when my phone rang.
“Selena, are you going to come and see me this weekend?” Cici’s voice came over the line.
I set my fork down. “Of course, if you want me to.”
“Yeah, it would be nice. I haven’t seen Mom in a while.”
“She’s traveling still, I think. I don’t really know. You know Mom. Her head is in the clouds.”
“Yeah.” Cici’s tone was lackluster.
I was immediately worried. I was more attuned to her moods than anyone else’s. Something was wrong.
