Page 90 of Raine Out (Grand Slam 2)

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“What?” Alex says, grabbing Antonio’s shoulder. “Don’t exaggerate about stuff like that. Caroline’s not cheating on Manny.”

“Well, she’s having sex with another guy, so I guess call it what you want.”

“Are you sure?” Alex slumps down in his chair.

“One hundred percent,” Antonio says. “He’s started showing up to their house when the team was on road trips. He even stays overnight.”

“And she doesn’t try to hide it from you?” Alex starts rubbing his temples. “Are you sure they’re not just friends or something?”

“I told you that she barely acknowledges my presence. Most of the time, I don’t think she knows I’m there. And if they’re friends, it’s definitely with benefits. She was sucking on him pretty hard by the pool—”

“Stop!” Alex says. “That’s plenty. Why haven’t you told anyone about this?”

“You’re the one who told me to keep quiet about what goes on in my clients’ homes. Seriously, man, I thought Manny knew. They have a strange relationship. I thought they might be open or something.”

“They’re not open,” Alex growls. “At least he’s not.”

“What does this guy look like?” I say to Antonio.

“Short, white, young, dark hair, wears it slicked back a lot—”

“Does he drive a Bentley?” Roman says.

Antonio jerks his head up and smiles. “Yeah, sweet car. Continental GT V8 Convertible. White. Black interior.”

Roman stands up and leads Antonio toward the door. “Enjoy the rest of your vacation. We’ll see you back in Miami.”

Antonio stands up slowly. “You don’t need me to do the spy shit or whatever?”

“We’re good,” Roman says, opening the door and motioning to the man standing outside. “Curtis, will you make sure Mr. Reyes has everything he needs for the rest of his stay?”

Roman turns back toward us as he closes the door. “Your mystery man is Gentry Randall.”

“What?” I say, jumping up. “The guy who harassed Sophie?”

“That’s the one and I’m assuming he’s followed us all down here, like the complete dumbass he is.”

“Remind me who he is again,” Butch says.

“He’s the son of the former owner of the baseball team in Miami. Sophie exposed him to the media for a long list of sexual harassment complaints. After the story hit, the PA’s office filed a few criminal charges against him. He’s out on bail right now—waiting to go to trial or plead out of it somehow.”

“He’s on bail?” I say. “Under what restrictions?”

“They took his passport away and I don’t think he’s supposed to leave Florida without the judge’s permission.” Roman grabs his phone. “Yeah, check to see if Gentry Randall is still on travel restriction with his bail and if he got the judge’s permission to leave Florida. Call me back. It’s urgent.”

“I need to use your computer.” I shoo Roman away from it as I take a seat behind his desk. “Do you have Gentry’s cell phone number?”

He flips through a few screens then holds his phone up to me. I put it into a locator app and point at the screen. “His cell phone is at this resort right now—or at least close to here. I can’t log into my work account from this computer to pinpoint the exact location, but his phone is definitely around here somewhere.”

Alex takes a deep breath and blows it out through his teeth. “I don’t think we have to guess about where he is. Manny just left for golf, so I’m assuming Gentry’s in their room with Caroline.”

Roman answers his phone. “Still? Good. Thanks,” he says, hanging up. “We have a bail jumper at my resort and I’m about to make him regret that decision.”

“Stop,” I say. “No violence from you or anyone. Let’s make sure he’s here and then we can call the local authorities. If he jumped bail, they’ll get him back to Miami.”

“Let’s go,” Roman says, heading to the door. His face looks like he’s about to kill someone.

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