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My mouth forms a tight smile as I feign surprise. “What do you know?”
“Just that it isn’t doing so well. You hear things, you know. Rumblings here and there…”
I check my phone. “How long until your friend is here?”
“Ah, Benny.” He runs his hand across the smooth countertop. “Benny gets here when he gets here.” He looks up at me and raises his brow. “These will be the first to go. Unless you like them.” His brow furrows. “Do you like them?”
“Not really.”
He smiles. “I didn’t think so.”
I scan my texts and then my emails as he makes his way around the rest of the kitchen. “You remember that tiny apartment we shared? What a dump, huh?”
“I try not to think about it.”
“Funny,” he chuckles. “It’s all I can think about.”
My eyes meet his, and then immediately I turn back to my phone.
Alex sighs. “He’s a little nervous about the house, I’m sure. Benny, he’s like a bloodhound. I’m sure he’s around sniffing things out.”
I look up then. “How do you know him?”
“He does some work for me now and then.”
“What? Like PI work?”
“Yeah, you could say that. Whatever I need…”
I follow him up the stairs. He peeks into a few rooms before walking out onto one of the terraces that overlooks the pool. Not just the pool—you can see the entire city from here. “What do you think?”
“It’s gorgeous,” I say honestly. “But I’m not sure it’s you.”
“Perhaps you don’t really know me. Not anymore.”
“Yes,” I nod. “People change.”
“You have no idea.”
I don’t ask him for elaboration, because I don’t get the chance. “I saw you with the cop yesterday.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. I wanted to make sure you were safe. Wasn’t much help, was he?”
I shrug.
“Don’t worry,” he says, looking out at the serene, crystal clear water. “Benny will know what to do.”
Alex makes himself at home in the theater while we wait for Benny to show. I’m beginning to wonder if it’s actually going to happen. He kicks back and extends his seat, resting his hands behind his head. I take a seat in the row behind him. “You have to understand the mind of this felon, Amy. He lost something, and he thinks you took it.”
“What did I take?” I fumble with the button to let my foot rest out. Suddenly, the chair vibrates as a massager runs up my back. “I’m not the one who raped that girl.”
“You took his freedom. And now he has money. Money changes a person, Aim. It can make you feel invincible, even if it’s not real.”
“You’re a divorce attorney. How do you know this?”
“Trust me, there are few things nastier than divorce.”
