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I’m packed an hour later, and I call Jillian. When I don’t get an answer, I brush it off and send a text.
Me: What’s your 20, sparkles?
There’s no response.
I call Riordan with an update and that I want the plane to come home.
Five hours. I have to wait five hours for the plane, and I plan to spend it balls-deep inside Jillian.
But with each hour that passes and I don’t hear from her, my stomach ties up in knots even more.
I worry she’s begging Daniel for the murder case.
Feeling uneasy, I check the hook-up app. My profile is quiet. It’s hacked to only communicate with Jillian and not receive messages from anyone else.
There is no one else for me.
I breathe easily when there’s no message for Johnny from Gemma7.
Even to say goodbye.
Taryn calls me next, though.
“Aye?” I pick up, figuring he’ll ask for money to spy on the Borgias for us.
“Eoghan, you know that prosecutor you’re banging?” he asks, sounding uneasy.
Anger floods me, but all I say is, “Who do you mean?”
“Give me some credit, Mr. O’Rourke.”
“Sounds like you want a job after you retire from the detective squad.”
“I’m sick of Vegas. New York sounds nice. I bet your family can use someone with my experience.”
“I’ll think about it. Now what about my Jillian?”
“She just walked into a strip club.”
CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
Eoghan
Icall Jillian but when it goes right to voicemail, I leave a message with restrained fury.
“Call me back, right now, Jillian.” I use her name and not sparkles to let her know I’m pissed and not playing around.
What the hell does she think she’s doing? Is this for a case? I can’t imagine she’d decide she wants to look at women shaking their tits one last time.
I bring up the tracker for her car. Something I haven’t needed lately because she’s not left my side.
Zooming in on the location, I find her Honda parked in front of a building that looks like it’s made of marble. Each window is covered with a black and silver metal canopy, all with scrolling letters saying:
The Candy Store
I jump in my car, and while driving toward the location, I see nothing else unusual on her phone. No strange calls. In fact…no calls at all except mine.
Something niggling me, I log back into the hook-up app as her this time. Not me.
