“I have no doubt you’ll fit in. It’s not a matter of character. It’s just—” I sighed. “Things happen, peopleare put in danger?—”
“So it’s just another day?” Trix crossed her arms with a smirk.
Just then, Hunter pulled up in his Bentley.
I moved to the window and pushed the curtain aside. “Hmm, he’s home early,” I said to the air, while simultaneously motioning for Uncle Silas to disappear, then I whipped out my phone and texted Graham.
He’s here.
Oh, and I doubt Derek is going to be of any help. He’s completely love drunk on this Trixi girl.
Graham: Nice.
Can’t make it over just yet. Stuck in a meeting with Nettles. Be there soon. Keep Derek and Trixi there.
The door opened and Hunter walked in, wearing one of his nice suits and the silk tie I got him for our one-month anniversary.
I rushed to the door to greet him. “You’re home early. How did scouting go?”
He kissed my cheek and moved past me, a cold disconnect between us. He stopped when he noticed Trixi and Derek standing in the kitchen.
“Hey, Trix,” Hunter said, winking at Trixi and pasting on his charming smile like she had something and he wanted it. “Hey, mate.” He sent a nod to Derek.
Derek nodded back.
Hunter loosened his tie and draped his jacket over the back of a chair, moving through the room like he owned it. “Ready to be a superstar yet?”
“Nah… I’m gonna keep this ladder locked up. Only one gal on the rungs from now on.” He squeezed Trixi in close.
“Shame.” Hunter turned to Trixi, “What about you, Trix, care to up your hours?”
“Sorry, can’t commit. I’m swamped atDomCom.”
“Bugger.Maybe it’s a sign to back out of the comic book and gaming world and jump into camming full-time.”
Trixi’s smile held a half-second too long. “We’ll see, maybe someday.”
“Well, don’t make me hold my breath too long, we’re always looking for morePrettyThings.”
“I’m fine just being aViceGirlfor now, Hunter. Thanks.”
A car door slammed and I knew exactly who it was. I waited for the knock, then opened it.
“Graham! Hi!” I said, trying to sound surprised. “What are you doing here?”
“Maggie.” He nodded to everyone and rested his hands on his utility belt, cop-mode fully engaged. “I need you to come down to the station with me.”
“What? Why?”
Graham’s face was unreadable. “Nettles has a few questions.”
“Sorry, mate.” Hunter stepped between us. “What is this about?”
“The Pretty Girl Killer.”
Hunter’s hands stilled at his sides. “And what would Maggie know about him?”
“That’s what we’d like to find out.”
