Page 19 of Hey, Daddy

Of. Course.

She would be the sister of a criminal mastermind.

Though, if I were being honest, I’d always been quite impressed with how Shasha Semyonov kept his shit tight. There was nothing on him to be found, and that was how I liked it.

He could continue to do what he did—I wasn’t fucking stupid, I knew he’d killed, or been a part of killing, the man that’d hit his wife with a chair. I also knew that he’d taken out a hot-shit lawyer that liked to defend the dregs of society—abusers mostly.

But it still fucking sucked that she was the sister of Semyonov. That sort of made her off limits.

Right?

Then again, the murder investigation she was currently the prime suspect for should definitely keep her far away from me until we’d exonerated her.

And we would.

I was a damn good judge of character, and there was no way in hell she’d done this. But we, of course, had to jump through all the hoops.

“And that will be the last question she’s answering,” the lawyer said. “What’s going on? From the very beginning.”

“There seems to have been a body in your car, ma’am,” John replied.

We gave the three of them a quick rundown on what’d happened last night, and I knew she’d finally figured out why I’d left the bar so abruptly last night.

Last night I’d fully intended to take her home with me.

She knew it as well.

The connection we’d shared was one of those that you didn’t deny.

Which happened to be why I’d fucked her in a Whataburger bathroom less than an hour ago.

I couldn’t resist.

“I’m sorry, but I just picked up the ice maker…the box…last night from the Amazon Lockers,” she admitted. “I…”

“Let me confer with my client.” Elianora held up her hand.

I nodded, and the three of them stepped farther away from us.

The lawyer and Shasha listened to everything that the woman—Nastya—had to say before the lawyer nodded and gestured to us.

She came back and said, “She can tell you what happened.”

My gaze flicked to Nastya, who looked a little bit green now.

“Okay, so the ice maker Amazon delivered to me—I’m an Amazon Reviewer, people send me free stuff to review—didn’t work. So I wanted to get this review out by the end of today because that’s how I get paid, you know? Anyway, so I ordered another ice maker and had it one-hour delivery shipped to me, but the only place they would deliver to was the Amazon Lockers. When the package said delivered, I decided to come by and get it before I met up with my sisters for a drink.” She looked away from me as she said that, as if she didn’t want to remind meabout seeing her last night. “I usually carry this cart thing with me for big stuff like this. I buy a lot of stuff. I’m also a mystery shopper as well. So anyway…”

She tells us how she got the box in the car. About how she’d had to use everything she had to get the box into her vehicle and ended up with it lying face down in the back of her car.

“My sister came by just as I’d finished, and I closed the hatch and got into her car with her,” she finished.

“Did you make sure the gate was closed all the way on your vehicle?” I questioned.

She winced. “No. I just assumed it was.”

“She’s pretty bad about that,” Shasha admitted. “She’s left her car doors open and back hatch open since she started driving at sixteen.”

I crossed my arms over my chest and John said, “We’d like you to come down to the station so we can get this recorded. From there, we’d like to ask you a few more questions.”

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