Page 83 of Serving the Maestro

Glanced.

Then, as he went to put his drink down, some of it splashed out, and he hurriedly moved Jazz’s drink.

Tony noticed Roger cleaning up, came by with a damp towel, wiped the surface, and gave Roger a polite smile before turning away. Roger’s smug smile set my teeth on edge, so I rewinded the feed to watch it again.

I’d watched the section three times before I noticed it.

As he was helpfully moving her drink to clean up, it looked like something fell into Jazz’s martini.

While he tried to wipe up his mess with one hand, there was something fizzing at the bottom of hers. After a few stops and starts, I zoomed in and watched again.

Yeah, no doubt about it. He’d done something. He’d been clever about it, finding a way to conceal it. I probably would have missed it if I hadn’t known to look for something—but there was no doubt. He had dosed her.

“You piece of shit.” Pulling out the flash drive I’d brought along, I copied the security feed.

I took my time and double-checked to ensure I’d done it right.

Once I left, I had a meeting scheduled with a cop at the nearest precinct. I hoped he’d find this video interesting.

I stopped by the bar and handed Tony a very generous tip.

His brows arched. “You found something?”

I gave him a smile. “Let’s just say I don’t think you’ll see Roger here again anytime soon.”

THIRTY

JAZZ

The rooftop restaurant had a spectacular view of the city. New York’s twinkling lights spread out around us like jewels spilled onto a silken sheet of rich blue. Leaning against the railing with Cam, I glanced over my shoulder to see Trent and Danny were still waiting at the bar to get our drinks.

“This is my favorite place on nights like this.” Cam lifted her face to the sky. “Weather’s perfect, and you get this breeze...” Her face scrunched into an expression of discomfort. “Oh, ow.”

I gave her a sympathetic look as she put a hand on the swell of her belly. “My little godchild practicing field goals again?”

“Field goals. The pommel horse. Trampoline on my bladder. She’s going to be an all-around athlete.” She grimaced and rubbed her hand over her belly, the material of her gauzy floral dress drifting around her ankles. “Honestly, I love this little darling already—so much, it makes me giddy sometimes. But I’m kinda done with the being pregnant part.”

She looked so uncomfortable. Love for her pushed past the ache I still felt, and I put my hand over hers. “So, I guess you’re not looking to be one of the moms who pops out one a year for the next decade, huh?”

Cam’s eyes widened, then she burst into laughter, her hand still protectively cradling her belly as the other clapped over her mouth. It didn’t do much to quiet the sounds of her delight, and nothing hid the merriment in her eyes.

“What’s so funny?”

At the sound of Danny’s voice, we both looked over.

Cam was still giggling as she accepted the strawberry lemonade from her sweetheart.

Rolling my eyes, I glanced at him and explained.

Danny’s double-take had me breaking out into giggles. Soon, both Cam and I were laughing, leaning into each other while the two men eyed us as if we’d lost our minds.

“Are you going to stop laughing, or should I just drink this?”

Trent held up a glass of lemonade, the color a pale lavender since I’d gone with the blackberry.

“I’ll take it.” Still grinning at him as I accepted the drink, I wrapped my arm around Cam’s shoulders. “I’m thinking this was a great idea, guys.”

Trent’s reply was cut off by my phone chirping out a message notification. Trent took my drink back so I could dig it out. The notification from the hostess stand popped up after I unlocked the screen.

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