“What’s her last name?” he asks.
“No clue.” I can’t help but smile. My savage girl tried to get into my tech. Did she slip me something to make me sleep too? “But she’ll be on the CCTV feeds, and you can do a facial rec.”
He nods and surprises me by pulling a laptop out of a bag that I didn’t even register was sitting on my island.
“Don’t you need my passwords?” I ask him.
Julian huffs out a laugh. “Don’t fucking insult me.”
We’re both quiet as his fingers fly over the keyboard, and then he turns the screen so I can see it.
“Here you are arriving with her.” We’re in the elevator, and then he hits a key and I see us go through the front door. “Can’t see her face very well. How long was she here?”
I simply blink at him, and he hits fast-forward on the footage.
“Ah, just over two hours later, she comes out again.” He freezes the frame, and I stare at her.
Her hair’s all messed up from my hands, her lips are a little swollen from mine, and she looks good and well fucked.
And so fucking beautiful, I have to rub my hand over my chest.
“Violet Walker, twenty-seven, a tattoo artist”—makes total sense—“at Strip Ink. Been there for two years. No marriage on file.”
Good. One less man I have to kill.
“Her credit score is good. Lives well within her means. You’ll want to look around to see if she robbed you blind, but she only has her handbag with her when she leaves.”
“She can have whatever she wants,” I reply with a shrug, and Julian turns his attention to me, narrowing his eyes. “What else is there?”
Finally, he looks down at the screen. “That’s really about it. Has a sister that died about seven years ago, but otherwise, no family.”
Ah, baby.
“So, why was she going through your shit?”
“I don’t have the first fucking clue.” I finish my coffee and stand to pour another cup. “I have a feeling she also roofied me.”
“What the fuck, Mateo?”
“She’s so fucking cool.” I shake my head, thinking about how good she felt wrapped around my cock.
“You’re certifiable if you’re crushing over the girl who drugged you and then went through your shit.”
“Call the authorities.” I lean back against the counter and sip my joe. “What’s her address?”
He glances down. “Looks like an apartment on West Rochelle.”
Not far from the Strip. Must be close to her job.
“Send me everything you just found.”
“Mateo, who is this girl?”
“You know as much as I do.” I stop and scowl. “Actually, strike that. I know way more, but you know as much about what can be found on paper as I do. But I’m about to find out everything there is to know about her.”
I turn to walk away, but Julian curses behind me.
“Stop. Fuck, someone’s searching your name online right now.”
