Page 50 of Brutal Prince

“Doing what?”

“Schooling and stuff.”

Clearly, she wasn’t in the mood to listen to my bullshit. “Have you three taken on any jobs assigned by the Snake and Chalice?”

I wriggled in my seat, feeling uncomfortable. It wasn’t smart to lie to a police officer, especially one that’s on our side, but I didn’t want to get anyone in trouble. “Ah, yeah.”

Her pen tapped the table irritably and my temperature started to rise.

“Nothing to report,” I added, as if that should make it better. I wasn’t sure how much I should tell her as Gretta was keen to keep everything close to our chests.

A growl exuded from the back of her throat. “What was the job?”

“Um, we had to meet in a hotel.”

“And?”

“And a masked man watched on as Gretta and I got it on.”

She threw the pen down angrily. “You said you had nothing to report.”

“He was masked so we couldn’t ID him.”

She leaned in and I got a whiff of her floral perfume that made my crotch twitch. She was a good-looking lady, dark hair pulled tight into a ponytail, nice green eyes. No wedding ring. At best guess she’d be in her mid thirties, ten to fifteen years older than me.

“Do you realize how dangerous this is?”

“So far it hasn’t been that bad. Just a little kinky,” a smirk found its way to my mouth when I thought of Gretta on all fours. I’m in no hurry to end the undercover gig if that’s what we’re going to be doing every time we get an invite to room 23.

“I see I’m not getting through to you,” she stated, picking up her pen and tapping it again.

Eager for a subject change, since I won’t be changing a damn thing. “Have you caught the guy that shot you?”

Her jaw twitched and her eyes darted off to the side as if she needed a moment to calm her anger. “That’s the other reason I bought you in.”

“Okay.”

“I told you on the phone that I believe it was a targeted hit…”

“Yeah.”

She took a deep breath and sighed. “There was a witness who took the number plate of the shooter’s car.”

“Yeah?”

“Your roommate.”

“Which one.”

“Darryn.”

“What?” my voice going up a few notches in horror. “No way. It can’t have been him because he was in Grand Rapids visiting family.”

“Are you sure? What proof do you have?”

“His word. The guy’s not a liar.”

“What if he told you he was heading home so it looked like he had an alibi.”

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