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“I know what it is.”
Huh.
“Well, I started taking lessons and I liked it. Good workout, so I kept doing it.”
“What was the movie?”
“What?”
“What action movie were you in?”
I thought about lying, but the number one rule Sid always taught me was never tell a lie you can’t cover up. And I had a track record online of the few things I’d acted in.
So I told a smaller lie I could cover up.
“It was a little independent movie. It fell through before we started filming.”
“You don’t remember the name?”
Now it was my turn to be suspicious. “Something crappy like Nowhere To Hide,” I said, pulling a name out of my ass and hoping it wasn’t an actual movie title. “Why?”
“I didn’t see it on your IMDB page.”
IMDB is short for IMDB.com, or ‘Internet Movie Database.’ It’s the site for finding an actor’s bio.
“You looked me up,” I said in partial shock.
“I didn’t have any gossiping waitresses to rely on,” he said mischievously.
Panic surged through me, but I quickly tamped it down. I had never gotten a Private Investigator’s license because it requires 3000 hours, and I didn’t need one to work for Sid. And Sid had never put anything about me on the website. Wanted to keep me as anonymous as possible.
I knew there wasn’t anything online about me working as a private investigator.
Still, though, it was scary. It was the first time I’d come face-to-face with the possibility of being busted – and I couldn’t afford it.
Not now.
Not while investigating my cousin’s murder.
And not while dealing with a motorcycle gang.
Then I got angry. Why is he checking up on me?
I had to remind myself that plenty of people Googled potential first dates.
Is that what this is?
A first date?
So I cooled it.
“Did you find anything interesting?” I asked.
“Yeah. I like your bikini shots,” he grinned.
“Oh God,” I groaned. I’d forgotten that. Before Sid, I’d briefly tried my hand at modeling – until I ran into one too many sleazy photographers who advertised for non-nude fashion sessions and then tried to talk me into taking my clothes off. Because it was ‘art.’
“Sounds like there’s some happy memories there,” Jack laughed.
