Then she finally nodded. “Okay then. Sure. Let me get ready, and I’ll meet you downstairs.”
At least it was a start.
Nia Anderson didn’t look like a killer.
But that didn’t mean that she wasn’t.
chapter
six
Nia closed the door,locked all three locks, and then slid to the floor.
What was happening? Who was that guy? Was he really friends with Rob?
The questions raced through her mind.
Then she remembered the phone call Rob had gotten. The name on the screen had been Gage.
Her lungs loosened slightly.
The man looked nice enough. Dark hair. Barely there beard. Probably six feet tall with muscles hidden beneath his unbuttoned gray shirt with the black tee beneath it.
This whole situation had the potential to get a lot worse before it got better.
Who was she kidding? This wasn’t going to get better. There was no scenario where this all worked out and Nia went on with life as normal.
Maybe she should have said no to this guy. But then she’d realized he could know something. Maybe if sheasked the right questions, she could figure out who had really killed Rob.
Then she wouldn’t look guilty.
Hope stirred inside her.
At least it wassomething. It was better than hiding here cowering in fear.
How should she go about it?
She wasn’t sure. She’d have to think this through.
But she would need to be very careful how she proceeded.
Right now, she needed to get ready to meet this Gage guy.
This could be the biggest mistake of her life.
But hiding in her apartment wouldn’t get her anywhere.
Nia had to take this situation into her own hands.
Gage waited in the lobby, fully expecting Nia to stand him up.
As he stood there, he glanced around. This building was nice, furnished with the finest fixtures and decorations. The walls were turquoise, the paintings had a Caribbean flair, and the floors were black-and-white-checked.
The exotic look fit Nia—and confirmed she had money. A lot of money.
Had money been her motive for killing Rob? People who had money tended to only want more and more.
Gage’s throat tightened.