Page 66 of Cruel Riches

My gaze fell on the bouquet of Everlasting roses a moment later, and my pulse began to race as I headed over to it. I removed the glass case and picked through the blooms to reveal a tiny camera.

Holy shit.

Nate had infiltrated my life in every possible way. What an utter sociopath.

I threw the little camera to the floor and stamped on it. Then I picked up my phone so I could text an apology to the girls for my earlier behavior.

An email from my contact at the newspaper came through a moment later.

Hi Alexis,

Could you please call me ASAP? Need to discuss something re. your ad.

Thanks.

I dialed his number, and he picked up right away. “Dan Taylor speaking.”

“Hi, it’s Alexis Livingston. I just got your email.”

“Oh, hi, Alexis. Is there some sort of issue with your phone? I’ve been trying to get in touch all day.”

My forehead creased. “Sorry. My phone broke, so I had to get a new one with a new number. I totally forgot to tell you.”

“That’s all right. I’ll write the new one down so I can change it in your next ad. I presume it’s the number you’re calling from now?”

“Yes.”

“All right. Thanks.” He went silent for a few seconds, and I could hear the clatter of his keyboard. “Anyway,” he finally went on. “I’m not the only person who’s been trying to contact you.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve had a response to your ad.”

My brows shot up. “Really?”

“Yes. It’s a man who claims he knew Peter Covington ten years ago. He wants to talk to you.”

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