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Leaning over her, he placed his lips at her ear.
“Who else has the license plate numbers?” he whispered. “Be a good girl, Steph. Tell me who else has them.”
“Numbers…” she mumbled groggily. “I lost the paper.”
He paused.
“Did you share them before you lost it?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Who, Steph, who did you share the numbers with?”
“Only Max, of course. Going back to sleep now. Goodnight.”
Straightening up, he studied her peaceful, beautiful face.
She looked like an angel.
She was anything but!
He wanted to shock her awake, scare her to death, and demand she tell him every detail of whatever it was she’d been doing. But while terrifying people could get them talking, there were more enjoyable ways to elicit the information from her. Leaving the room and locking the door behind him, he started back to his den with only one question.
Who the hell was Max?
Sitting at his desk, he retrieved her phone and found Max’s name and number, powered up his laptop, and opened an expensive, illegal software program. Entering Max’s phone number, a pop-up box told him a search was underway. Impatiently tapping his fingers on his desktop, he waited for the result.
Maxwell Steadman
Private Investigator
Office:
117 Murphy Road
New York, New York.
Home:
117 Murphy Road,
New York, New York.
D.O.B. 07/14/1952
Height: 5′ 10″
Single
Surprised and worried she’d given his license plate number to a PI, he leaned back in his chair and read the text messages between them. Hers always began withHey Big Boy.Tilting his head to the side, a grim smile crossed his face. He thought for a moment, then tapped out a message.
Hey Big Boy. Just checking in. Any news?
The private investigator replied immediately.
Hey yourself. Nothing yet, but you’re the one on a secret mission.
“Secret mission? What the fuck?” Marco grunted, but as he tried to think of what to text in response, another message appeared.
