Page 46 of Misdirection

She had to figure out what exactly had happened to Ryan . . . before someone else turned up dead.

Olive glanced at the houses around them as they left Ryan’s neighborhood. The police had sped by in the distance, not giving them a second look—thankfully.

But the whole situation left her feeling uneasy.

She gave Tevin the rundown on what had happened.

Finally, he pulled into a Wal-Mart parking lot and put the van into Park so they could talk without distraction.

“Any updates on your end?” she asked Tevin. “Did you ID the man who was meeting with Bennett?”

“As a matter of fact, I did.” He nodded as if satisfied with himself. “Turns out he’s a Russian national.”

Her eyes widened. “Do you think he’s the potential buyer?”

“It’s a good possibility. I’m still looking into it. As soon as I know more, I’ll let you know.”

Olive heard his words, but her mind still raced. “If Bennett thought Ryan was a threat, he could have offed him in order to make this transaction happen.”

Tevin’s gaze met hers, concern in the depths of his eyes. “Just like he’ll do with you if he thinks you’re onto him.”

Olive swallowed hard, unable to deny his words. She’d been in some sticky situations before, but this one was the most dangerous.

She couldn’t help but wonder if Beau had stumbled into something he wasn’t supposed to know about also.

Tevin cleared his throat and looked away, chugging in a shallow breath before continuing. “I have another update for you. I talked to Rex earlier, and he’s added Mitzi to the case.”

Mitzi was a beautiful, leggy blonde, the one always assigned to the cases where they needed female wiles to come into play.

Those weren’t the kind of assignments Olive liked to take on. She preferred to use her intellect.

Nonetheless, she and Mitzi were friends—at least, they were friends as far as Olive had friends. And as far as Mitzi hadfriends also. Mitzi was the type who generally preferred hanging out with men. Olive had wondered on more than one occasion if even Tevin had a crush on the curvy bombshell.

“What will Mitzi be doing?” Olive asked.

“She’s been assigned to get close to Beau’s roommate and see if Beau told him anything suspicious before his death.”

“Smart thinking. We need to cover every angle possible. You made a spreadsheet for that, right?”

He grinned. “Of course.”

“I’d expect nothing less.”

“I also have these for you.” He placed something in her hands.

She glanced at the five small devices there. Without asking, Olive knew what they were—miniscule cameras that would record anyone coming and going from her office. Tomorrow, she would strategically place them.

She’d already left a few listening devices in various locations in order to overhear conversations among employees at the office. So far, those conversations had turned up very little except a new romance between someone in accounting and a junior-level executive.

“If anyone finds them—which they shouldn’t—they won’t be traced back to us,” Tevin said. “Just don’t leave your prints on them—or get caught leaving them anywhere.”

“Got it.” Olive glanced in front of her at the parking lot and all the vehicles coming and going.

The gray sky looked bland and unwelcoming—and cold. It looked so cold.

The reminder of the cold made her want to change into some sweats and a comfy sweatshirt and cuddle up in front of her gas fireplace.

“Listen, I need to get back to my apartment,” she told Tevin.

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