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“What’re you talking about?” Spencer asks. “I was almost burned alive tonight, and now you want me to do an identification?”
“Exactly,” I reply. “I’ll send you a picture now.” I select the image of him and Rose I found while searching his desk. “Now I want you to look and tell me who that woman is and everything you know about her.”
CHAPTER8
CALLEN
Seb’s jaw drops as he peers over Freddie’s shoulder to look at the photograph. This must be what he found from rummaging around Spencer’s mansion and mentioned over the phone.
Well, shit. There’s no doubt it’s Rose, smiling at the camera next to that smarmy arse hole like butter wouldn’t melt. If she’s used to that standard of man, it’s no surprise she gushed over my cock. I doubt Spencer Bexley knows where the clitoris is and likely thinks it’s the name for a fancy seafood dish.
Freddie glares at Seb to stop him from asking more questions, but my thoughts jump ten steps ahead. Of course, I’m interested in what bullshit Spencer will say, but everything is beginning to make sense.
Rose is part of the Killers Club. I thought she was just another of their assassins. Someone paid for a hit, and she did the job, but seeing her with Spencer changes that. It’s too much of a coincidence that she has a connection with him and for his men to be picked off one by one. She must be involved.
Killing Lord McGowan gave me justice. Is Rose seeking retribution of her own? It’s hard to know how much of the story she told us was true, based on her being a compulsive liar living a double life. But we know she had a sister who died five years ago. Whoever killed Spencer’s men held a serious grudge. His men must have done something terrible enough to warrant their gruesome end. Something like killing her sister.
Spencer pauses on the other end of the line as he reviews the photograph.
“I don’t understand…” His voice trails off. I don’t need to see his face to know that motherfucker is guilty. “Where did you get that?”
“Touchy,” I mutter.
“Where I got it from doesn’t matter,” Freddie counters. He’s regained control of himself after unleashing the beast lurking behind his measured exterior. He’s like Jekyll and Hyde, moving between different personas. “Who is she?”
“I can’t remember her name,” Spencer dismisses. He’s being too casual, casual enough to cement my suspicion that he’s trying hard to conceal something. “It might have been Lily… Violet… something like that. We went on a few dates. Nothing serious. You know what it’s like.”
Freddie’s forehead crinkles as his eyebrows lower. A wild storm eclipses his features, taking over his face. “Do you keep pictures of all the women you date?”
“What is this? An interrogation?” Spencer snaps. “I’ve already told you. I don’t really remember her. Although now that you mention it, something is coming back to me.” He pauses. “I think she died a few years ago. There was an accident. Why are you interested, anyway? Were you looking for her number?”
I clench my teeth as the kettle bubbles behind me.
“I have my reasons,” Freddie replies.
“Why do I feel like I’m on trial?” There’s a bang in the background as Spencer slams his fist on a table. “Need I remind you that I’m your client? I’ve paid good money for your protection, and I don’t think I’m getting the best service. I had high hopes for the Dukes, but the rumours are wrong. You’re a bunch of amateurs.”
Seb cracks his knuckles. “I’ll show you amateurs.”
“Our contract is terminated,” Spencer says. “I’m going to find a real security firm that knows what they’re doing. A security firm that will find answers and make sure a bomb doesn’t get smuggled into a ball.”
“A bomb?”
“That’s what they’re saying,” Spencer says, “not that I’d expect you and your team to know that, considering your—”
Freddie hangs up to end Spencer’s incessant whine and turns to Seb. “You said you saw something unusual tonight. What was it?”
“Lord McGowan’s arms were blasted off.” Seb grimaces. “I thought it might have been part of a gas explosion, but after hearing from Spencer, I’d say a bomb is pretty likely.”
Shit!Why did Seb have to mention his name?
“Lord McGowan?” Freddie pushes for confirmation. “Are you sure?”
“Positive,” Seb confirms.
Freddie whirls around to face me. A foreboding silence stretches out as he sets me in his murderous sights. He knows my history and what Lord McGowan did to Tilly. I expected him to find out eventually, but I didn’t expect it to come out so soon.
Seb looks between the two of us. “What’s going—”
