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So did I. It had all the markings of a good ol' whodunit. A dead man with a vast inheritance. A questionable past.
And a villainess with the face of an angel and the possible heart of a devil.
Just where did Hunter fit into this whole deal, though? I had to find out. And in less than a minute, we did just that.
Armed with what I knew, I made the call.
"Trident Investigations. We'd be happy to work to follow up on your offer. But you cannot keep personal details secret, especially if they are relevant to the case."
"So, you've done some background hunting, have you?"
"Part of the job, sir."
"Hunter."
"We'll begin tomorrow. Asher is arranging accommodation for us as we speak. The apartment next door to the Target would be the best bet."
Asher gave me a thumbs-up. We'd gotten the place—a three-bedroom flat with a pastel-colored stucco façade and wrought iron accents.
"Good, good."
"I need another answer from you."
"Fire away."
"Why do you think she's doing this? I don't want riddles this time."
"I think she's a greedy little gold digger who's sucked my dad’s tits dry for his money."
6
Juniper
Well, bless my soul, y'all! The gossip's steamin' hot!
Have y'all heard about the Montgomery fortune and who's inheritin' it all? It's none other than a pretty little thing named Juniper Davis.
Now, who in tarnation is she, you ask? Well, darlin', no one really knows much about her.
Rumor has it that she's a real looker with curves that could make a rattlesnake blush.
But hold on to your pearls, ladies, 'cause the plot thickens. You see, Harold Montgomery, bless his soul, was a man of taste and means.
We all know Montgomery's Table. I've been lucky to eat at the New York chain, and the food lived up to the Michelin star hype.
His line of gourmet culinary magazines,The Montgomery Kitchen, had the whole world salivating over fancy recipes.
And let's not forget Montgomery Media andMontgomery Herald, with readers spanning across states. The man had it all!
The icing was his sprawling mansion on the outskirts of the Historic District, with long driveways lined with golden oaks and manicured lawns, white columns, and decor that's worth more than a pig at the county fair.
And don't get me started on his collection of cars, y'all. That alone could feed a small village.
So, why in the Sam Hill did he choose to leave it all to Juniper Davis, a girl who's got nothing to do with the family?
She must've used all her Southern charm and her pretty face to snag that old man's heart. And boy, did it pay off for her!
While we're stuck writing columns and being bitter, Miss Juniper is livin' the high life with all that moolah.
