Page 27 of Broken Deeds MC: Second Generation 12

“You’re right,” I murmur.

“I always am,” she states with resolution.“Now, let’s go question a murder suspect and catch this serial killer so we can go home.I have a wedding to plan ’cause I don’t want to worm myself into a dress if this belly keeps growing.”

Placing my lips beside her ear I tell her, “No if about it, your belly will keep growing.”

She shoves my chest to create the space she needs to glare at me.“I know.It’s why we need to wrap this up and get married ASAP.”

“Sure thing, babe,” I rumble and lace my fingers with hers.“Come on, we have work to do.”

Della is on the phone and hangs up when we step inside the hotel.Her smile is warm, but there’s something about the look in her eye that makes me pause.

Lyla draws Della’s attention when she states, “Good morning, we’d like to talk privately with you for a moment.”

Her hand moves to the computer mouse and my gaze locks on the screen just when she clicks to hide what she was doing.I grit my teeth and take a deep breath to calm down.

Quickly I add to Lyla’s statement, “We’re here to talk about Samuel Koba, one of your employees.”

“Sure.”Della keeps her smile in place.“We can talk in my office.”

She rounds the desk, and we follow her into a room in the back.

“Please, take a seat.”Della points to a large couch and sits down in one of the chairs across from it.

I keep my eyes on her and notice the slight slip of tension in her shoulders.Yeah, she might be good at keeping up appearances, but I’m fucking on to her.

“Is he working today?”Lyla asks from beside me once we sit down on the couch.

Della folds her hands in her lap and dutifully replies, “I’m sorry.I cannot give any information about my employees to guests of the hotel, or anyone else for that matter.”

I reach for my shield and pull the chain to place it on top of my shirt and leather cut.“I’m special agent Pax Nolan, ma’am.I can give you my badge number along with the phone number of my supervisor.We’re here to bring in Samuel Koba for questioning involving a case we’re working on.So, I will ask you again, is he working today?”

She quickly shakes her head.“No.I tried to reach him three times this morning and all I got was his answering machine.”Getting to her feet she walks to a desk.“Would you like his phone number?”

We already have all the information, nonetheless I rumble, “Thanks for your cooperation, ma’am.”

Della digs into a drawer and writes something down on a piece of paper.

She walks toward me and hands it over.“If there’s anything else I can help with, please let me know.”

“Will do.”I get to my feet.“Thanks for your time.”

I hold out my hand for Lyla to take when Della asks, “Will you two still be staying here or were you observing Samuel?”

Lyla and I stay silent, and Della places her hand on her chest and rushes out the words, “Oh goodness, I’m sorry.It’s none of my business to ask, and you are welcome to stay as long as needed.Hopefully Samuel didn’t do anything horrible.My father hired him fourteen years ago and he’s been here ever since.He’s a good man and has been struggling a bit after his wife went missing three years ago.Samuel started drinking.”

A sigh rips from her, and she shakes her head.“Of course he doesn’t drink on the job, and even if he has a hangover, he does finish his tasks in the kitchen.I shouldn’t be sharing these details.He’s always been good to me, and the hotel.He’s like family.”

“Very understandable,” Lyla states with a load of sympathy.“Thanks for answering our questions.We will be in touch.”

I nod and guide Lyla out of the office.

We walk to the car and I know Lyla wants to say something and before one word tumbles from her lips I tell her, “We’ll have to dig through Samuel’s details.Let’s head back to the station.”

Lyla doesn’t say anything and gets in the car.

Once we’re on the road she asks, “Do you think she was listening in on us when we were standing in the parking lot earlier?It’s why you only focused on Samuel, right?”

“I’m pretty damn sure she’s our serial killer.There’s no evidence linking her to the murders, and yet I have no damn doubt.”

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