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Ethan’s heart skipped a beat, and he smiled. “I’m always willing to throw a spanner in the works.”

“Harmon said this news would help you. I hope it did.”

Ethan sighed. “It’s certainly not what we wanted, but we were expecting something. Thank you, Detective. Oh, did David say anything about leaking the photos?”

“Yes. It was all a ruse. He didn’t have the photos in the first place. Only a screenshot of one, and not a good one, either.”

It had seemed good enough on the email he’d been sent. “Okay, thanks.” Ethan ended the call and dropped his phone to the floor, hugging Joey. “Are you okay?”

“I just tattooed Elliott’s name on his back,” Joey mumbled.

Ethan closed his eyes and pressed his lips to Joey’s head. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It matters if he was involved. I knew I should’ve set up that private investigator. It slipped my mind.”

“You’ve had a lot going on, sweetheart. You can’t do everything yourself. Plus, the police are looking into him. That is probably the better way to go about it.”

“I don’t understand,” Joey said, sitting upright and resting back against the cupboard.

Ethan crossed his legs and faced him. “I don’t either, but I do have a feeling that Grey is messing with us. Why else would he keep turning up and calling?” He wasn’t going to mention the tattoo again.

“I think he had something to do with Elliott’s death and is rubbing it in our faces.”

Joey stood, and Ethan followed. “Maybe, but let the police do their job.”

Joey’s phone rang, and he cursed. “I don’t want any more calls!”

Ethan glanced at the display. “It’s Denny.” He held it out.

Sighing, Joey took it and answered. “Hey, Denny. What’s up?”

“Apart from being blackmailed into keeping my mouth shut about Robert, nothing.”

Joey dropped his head back. “What?”

“I’ve had an errand boy turn up at my house, threatening my livelihood if I spill any information about Robert to anyone.”

“Who was it?”

“Grey Kennedy.”

“Fucking hell!”

Ethan agreed. “He’s getting around.”

“When did this happen?” Joey asked.

“A couple of hours ago. I’ve been on the phone with my lawyers and manager to ensure I’m backed up if I need to be; otherwise, I would’ve told you sooner.”

“I kinda wish you had,” Joey mumbled, heading for the door. Ethan followed him.

“Why’s that?”

“Because we’ve realised that guy is not the person we thought he was.”

“Who? Grey? He’s nothing but a snake.”

“Yes, I’m getting that,” Joey said. “Thanks, Denny. I hope you get everything sorted out. Let us know if anything else happens, yeah?”

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