“Well, she’s got a little heart above her coochie. She got it when she was dating Matt. She was going to put his name, but thank God I talked her out of it. Ink is forever.”
I thanked her for the information and said we’d be in touch.
We left and headed back toward the car. I called Isabella and asked her to track down Sable’s ex boyfriend, Jeremy Riker.
16
“How’d you get this number?” Jeremy asked when I called, clearly annoyed.
“It wasn’t hard,” I said.
“I haven’t given anyone this number except my agent, my girlfriend, and my close friends.”
I ignored him. “I’m sure you’re aware there may have been an attempt on Sable’s life.” At this point, I was leaning toward that as the most likely explanation. “Her car was destroyed. An individual was killed.”
“Yeah, I heard something about that. They’re saying an impersonator was killed by mistake. Is Sable employing decoys now?”
“Not to my knowledge. Have you talked to her since the incident?”
Jeremy scoffed. “No. We don’t talk at all anymore.”
“Why is that?”
“Because she’s a raging bitch.”
“Tell me how you really feel.”
“Look, she cheated on me, then tried to spin it like I was the bad guy. Then she went on those fucking talk shows and made up a bunch of bullshit. Said I was abusive.”
“Were you?”
It was starting to sound like he had a motive.
“No! It’s all bullshit. She’s trying to make me look bad, casting herself as the victim. That shit cost me work. I lost a role because of that. My PR team is in crisis mode, trying to salvage my career.”
Definitely sounded like a motive.
Jeremy continued. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she orchestrated this whole scenario for publicity.”
“That seems a bit extreme, don’t you think?”
“You don’t know Sable. That woman is obsessed with fame and attention. She’s capable of anything.”
“Where are you right now?” I already knew. Isabella had tracked his location.
“I’m at home. Why?”
“And at the time of the incident?”
In a defensive voice, he said, “Am I a suspect?”
“Routine questions.”
“I’m in LA, 3,000 miles away. I’ve been in LA for the last two weeks, doing damage control on my career.”
It matched his cell phone records.
“When was the last time you were in Coconut Key?”