"Honey, I got nothing to hide. But you ain’t got no business in my apartment. I know my rights.”
"Would you do me a favor?"
Nadia looked me up and down, considering it. "Depends."
I dug into my pocket and handed her a card. "Give me a call if you hear from him.”
"I'll put you on speed dial. I hear anything from him, you’ll be the first to know about it.”
I took it with a grain of salt, but I smiled anyway. "I appreciate that.”
She closed the door and flipped the deadbolt, never having noticed JD and Daphne.
I walked down the hallway and rejoined them.
"Think she's lying?" JD asked.
"I don't know her well," Daphne said. "But I wouldn't trust anybody."
"I don't," I replied, staring into her devious eyes.
I pulled out my phone, searched the online portal for every Belinda on the island. She was not hard to find. Belinda had a prior for DUI, and her employment was listed at Forbidden Fruit. Easy to narrow down. Fortunately for us, she lived in the Delphine on the second floor.
We took the elevator down, and I banged on the door to unit #209.
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Belinda didn't answer. She either wasn't home or was hiding out.
A quick call to Isabella told me Belinda’s phone was at Forbidden Fruit.
Jack frowned at the news. "I've got somewhere to be."
"Don't worry,” I said with a grin. “I'll handle it."
“I’m sure you will.”
We left and made our way out to the parking lot. We hopped into the Porsche, and Jack drove to the warehouse district.
The usual band of miscreants loitered out front, smoking cigarettes and drinking beer.
"What are we doing here?" Daphne asked.
"You ever heard of Wild Fury?" JD asked.
"No. What's that?"
"It's my band. You might like it.”
"I'm intrigued. I’d love to hear."
I climbed out of the car and helped Daphne out of the back seat. "Sorry. We have an errand to run.”
I motioned for her to take a seat up front, then I hustled around and climbed behind the wheel after Jack got out of the car.
"Keep it in one piece," he said.
"I'll come back to pick you up," I replied.