Page 56 of Not the Bodyguard's Princess
“Is that Mr. Andrew’s job?”
“Technically he’s Princess’s bodyguard, but he’s really there for me. Tonight, Stu asked Mr. Andrew if he would cover for the Hearthfire guards as most of them wanted to be at the game and one was sick.”
“Did you notice anything odd in your apartment this morning?”
“No. We ate breakfast and went to the set around seven thirty.”
“Do you know where the bottles of water came from?”
“The hotel, I assume. I haven’t purchased any.”
“Do you drink bottled water?”
“Rarely. I carry my own refillable water bottle. Part of my keep-the-world-green campaign.”
“What about the dog groomer—or is she a bodyguard?”
How much had the detective guessed about her supposed groomer? “Tonie will grab a water bottle before a walk or workout.”
“And her job?”
“Officially she’s employed by Hastings Security as my dog groomer.”
The detective shut his notebook. “Thanks for coming in. I will let you know when we learn anything.”
“Have you found out who put the photo with the knife on my balcony?”
“Sorry, no. And before you read about it in the papers, you should know the shooter from the airport died this afternoon without ever giving us a statement.”
Jordan put her hand over her racing heart. “Died, how?”
“Terminal cancer. To be honest, his doctor was surprised he even left the house.”
“Are you sure he’s the shooter, then?”
The detective shook his head. “We’re reviewing everything. In the meantime, I suggest you get more security and don’t stay at the hotel.”
“That was my plan.”
Jordan traded places with Andrew and waited for what seemed longer than she should have. They left the station in silence.
“Do you want to finish reheating the pot pies or pick something else up?” asked Andrew.
“Can we get some ice cream to go with the pies?”
Andrew frowned. “I’d rather not go into a store.”
“Ponytail and hat?”
Andrew pulled into a chain-store lot. “Let’s hurry.”
“I know the drill. Keep my head down and don’t make eye contact.” Jordan pulled her hair back and put on a Cubs cap from the stash in the back seat.
Andrew scanned the lot before getting out of the car.
They made it to the checkout without incident. Andrew blocked the view of the tabloids with her photo on the cover until she passed. She added a candy bar to the ice cream. She’d worry about the extra calories later, though she knew stress eating could end a career.
As Andrew handed the cashier a twenty, the little girl in line behind them yelled and pointed. “Look, Dad, she’s a princess!”
