Page 39 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

“Which case, now? My firm handles hundreds of homicide-related cases every year.”

“The one involving Brandon Portman and Savannah Richmond, one of your employees.”

“And you’re here because…?”

He leans forward.

“I should introduce myself first. My name is Ben Stuart. I’m a detective on the case, and I heard that you are representing Miss Richmond.”

I nod slowly, studying his tone and his expression to figure out where this conversation is going. Whether he’s about to give me helpful information or he’s here to let me know they have more evidence against my client.

“As you know, Elaine Rogers is the lead detective on this case. She’s the kind who likes to close cases based on what she thinks are the facts. If all fingers point to a certain person, that person becomes her main suspect. That’s how she operates.”

“I know,” I say sarcastically.

“Good. However, certain facts have come to light in the course of our investigation. We found out that Mr. Portman’s friend, Eric Windsor, had been to his house the night before his body was found.” Ben divulges.

“They argued, and then a neighbor said she heard Eric threaten to kill Mr. Portman if he did not pay his debt or something to that effect.”

I cross my arms.

“And you think Eric Windsor might have killed Brandon?” I ask.

Stuart shrugs. “It’s possible. It is a part of the puzzle, but Elaine is bent on nailing Miss Richmond for the same reason. The only difference is only one person saw Mr. Windsor leavethe apartment, and a lot of people heard Miss Richmond’s words at the crowded restaurant.”

I sigh, leaning my back on the chair.

“I need to know why you’re telling me this, Mr. Stuart. I know it’s not because you like me.”

“I believe we can help each other out,” he says.

“OK,” I chuckle. “Help each other out. You have a problem, don’t you? And you need my help.”

He nods.

“I have exceptional attorneys working here, Mr. Stuart. You don’t need a recommendation from me; all you need to do is make an appointment, any one of them would be happy to hear you out. As long as you can pay the rate.”

He looks a little disappointed, as though he expected a deal.

But the truth is—

“I hired a private investigator to look into Mr. Portman. I have a list of everyone he knows—more than just casual acquaintances—and everyone those people know. I know Mr. Windsor met with Brandon the night before the superintendent found his body.” Ben continues.

“Even though the CCTV cameras that were working that night did not have him on record,” I say.

When a look of shock crosses his face, I snort.

“Surprised? That’s my job, Detective Stuart. Like you said, I have a personal stake in the matter. So when you find something that completely exonerates Miss Richmond, then we can make a deal.”

“Until then, I’m good with Elaine Rogers threading her own noose. Thank you.” I say.

“Okay,” he nods, pushing the chair back to get up. “I let you know what I find.”

“I hope so,” I reply. “It’s good to have the police in my corner.”

As he opens the door to leave, Savannah walks in, looking frantic.

“You can go,” I say goodbye to the detective, and he hurries away, closing the door behind him.

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