Page 71 of Bitten By Desire
The next door was locked too.
“Seriously, why are you so obsessed with Callum Walsh anyway?” Zoey asked. “Bennett is so hot.”
“Well, Bennett is hiding something too. His bank hassevenvaults, Zoey. Seven. Isn’t that suspicious?”
Zoey laughed. “No. It’s a bank. Banks have vaults.”
“But seven? That seems obsessive. Plus he arrived late for lunch and looked super pissed at his friend Otto…”
“Oh, I like Otto. He’s funny. What did Otto do to piss Bennett off?”
I shook my head as we made our way down the hall. “I don’t know. Bennett wouldn’t tell me. But after I signed over all my life savings to Titan, Bennett had a cut on his lip. A reallydeepcut.”
“So he got in a fist fight with his friend? That doesn’t mean he’s hiding anything. Back to Titan though. He’s hot too, right?”
Yeah, but that was beside the point. “He tried to burn me with a golden pen.”
Zoey laughed.
“I’m serious.” I turned the doorknob of the last door and it opened. All the shades were drawn and it was practically pitch black. I hit the light switch. A huge four-poster bed was along one wall. A dresser and TV along another. His closet doors were closed. The bathroom door was open, but I couldn’t stop looking at his bed. “What are those?” I pointed to something hanging from one of the posts.
Zoey lifted it up with her finger and raised her eyebrow at me. “Handcuffs. Okay, this is so sexy. When Officer Davis…” her voice trailed off.
“When Officer Davis what? Finish your sentence.”
“Nothing.” She dropped the handcuffs and they clanged against the wooden post.
“Are you sleeping with your client?”
She laughed. “No. That would be very unprofessional. Kind of like the things Theo Gold is going to do to you in his bed when he gets you in these handcuffs.”
“He’s a murderer.”
“Emma, look around. There are no chainsaws. Or axes. Or blood or body parts.”
“Good point, we should check the garage after we check the attic.”
She sighed. “That’s not at all what I just said.”
I tore my eyes away from Theo’s kinky bed and walked into his bathroom. It was as pristine and empty as the rest of his house. I stared into the shower, picturing Theo scrubbing soap down his abs.
Stop thinking about him naked!
I turned back to the vanity. The medicine cabinet was empty. Seriously, that just screamed psychopath to me.
The cabinet beneath the vanity was empty too. Did he even live in this house? I touched the towel that was hanging on the hook. It was dry.
“I don’t think he lives here,” I said. “There’s nothing in his bathroom. And seriously, no one’s bathroom is this clean.”
“Maybe he has a maid service or something,” Zoey said from the bedroom. “But his drawers are filled with clothes.”
Okay, so he does live here.But where were the contacts? I opened up one of the drawers in the vanity. And then the next. “I found it!” I called. I snapped a picture andthen lifted up the contact lens holder and the travel sized saline solution.
Zoey walked in. “You found an empty contact lens container? And a travel size saline solution? Emma…what on earth does that prove? He probably tried contacts once and didn’t like them or something.”
“But his bathroom is virtually empty. He doesn’t seem like the kind of guy that leaves things lying around that he doesn’t want. I think he must have just gotten a sample of brown lenses or something.” I looked in the trashcan, but it was empty. What was with this guy? “He probably already threw out the container.”
“That is not enough proof. Not at all.”
