Page 21 of Mine to Keep

“Hi. You told me to find you after I was done with JJ for the day.” I made sure not to stray from his eyes…What a lovely brown.

“Right.” He peeked to his side. “The day got away from me; come in.”

“Do I have to?”

He snickered, walked across the room, and dropped into his desk chair. “Close the door.”

I sighed, stepped in his room, and did as he asked.

He jutted his chin to the right. “Grab that chair and come here. I’ll show you what I found.”

Whatever Nick had done, it was illegal and I struggled with that, but I was also really curious about the whole situation. So, I dragged the chair over and sat beside the man who smelled like heaven. Seriously, what was he wearing?

“I went through the footage of Friday night, and here.” He paused the screen. “See this red-and-black bagger bike?” I had no idea what a bagger bike was, but he pointed it out and it looked like a motorcycle to me.

“Yeah.”

“Fifteen minutes before you left, this person came out, went to their bike, then moved to your car and placed the note.”

“Okaaaay…who is it?”

“I checked the license plate?—”

“Because of course you can do that.”

“I so fucking can.”

I rolled my eyes. “Go on.”

“It’s registered to a Greg Morgan.”

“I don’t know anyone by that name.”

He clicked a few keys. “I decided to go back to the night a month ago when you were at the club, and sure enough.” He paused the video and pointed again. “Same bagger bike.”

“Maybe he works there? Nothing happened that night, no notes or gifts.”

Nick shrugged. “Ran him through the employee list at The Alibi, nothing. Are you sure you never had a client by that name?”

I went through my list of clients, but nothing rang a bell. “No. I’ve never heard of him.”

“Maybe this will help.” More clicking—he moved so fast, I couldn’t follow him. The screen was going from one thing to the next in the blink of an eye. Then it stopped.

It was a picture of a license. “Is that…”

“Greg Morgan. Recognize him?”

“Did you hack into the DMV?” I stared at him, wide-eyed.

“Focus, Mattie. Have you ever seen this guy?”

Nick was trouble, that was for certain. But he was doing me a favor, so I looked at this Greg Morgan’s license photo.

“Seriously, I don’t know who he is. And don’t call me that.”

Nick hummed. “Well, they do say stalkers are sometimes people who just passed you on the street or you held the door open for them and the act of kindness sets something off.”

“Who arethey? Who says this stuff?”

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