Page 32 of Wild Wolf
"No, thank you.” I smiled as we proceeded to the elevators.
We launched up to the 17th floor and ambled down the elegant hallway.
I rang the video doorbell, and Blair’s voice crackled through the speaker a moment later. "I'm not interested.”
"I'm not selling anything," I said, flashing my badge to the lens.
She hesitated for a moment. "What is this about?”
"The death of Hannah Quinn.”
That hung there for a moment.
"Terrible tragedy. I was so saddened to hear of her passing.”
I stifled an eye-roll. "We're hoping you might be able to help our investigation," I said, trying to put a soft spin on it.
"I’m not sure how I can help.”
"It will only take a few moments. We’re talking to everyone who knew Hannah. Trying to gain additional insights.”
After a long moment, Blair said, "Just give me a minute. I'll be right there.”
I exchanged a look with Jack.
A moment later, footsteps pattered down the foyer.
Blair pulled open the door wearing a string bikini so tight and small it was a miracle it held everything together. A wardrobe malfunction was imminent, if we were lucky.
Her tanned skin glistened with oil, and her blonde hair was pulled back into a haphazard updo, but somehow, it looked salon-styled. Blair’s sculpted cheekbones, full lips, and alluring blue eyes gave her the face of a cover model.
Blair had no doubt done well for herself as an online E-girl, but now she had her sights set on something bigger. Her fiancé, Tristan, was in the 10-figure club. That's an entirely different level of money. It was only a matter of time before he learned of his fiancée's illustrious past. Blair was deluding herself if she thought she could keep Lexi Luscious a secret forever. But maybe she just needed to keep it a secret long enough—until the nuptials were sealed.
I don't think a guy like Tristan entered into contracts without doing his due diligence. Not knowing the guy personally, I couldn't say. But you didn't get to a billion networth by making stupid decisions. Then again, people often do stupid things for what they think is love.
"How was she killed?" Blair asked. "I've heard several conflicting reports.”
"I can't discuss details of the case. You understand.”
The blonde nodded.
"As a matter of procedure, can you tell me where you were last night between 9 and 11:00 PM?”
"I was here at my apartment."
"Alone?"
"Yes, my fiancé is out of town.”
"Does he travel a lot?”
A frustrated sigh escaped her plump lips. "Yes. He's always going somewhere. Doing some kind of business deal. Sometimes he brings me with him, sometimes he doesn't.”
It was clear she wanted to be a permanent fixture on his jet-set travels.
"When was the last time you talked to Hannah?”
Her face tightened, and she blew out a breath as she thought. "I'm not really sure. We didn't talk often, and really only when necessary.”
