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“I can’t just say,hey there, I’m your new roomie.”

“Why?”

I blink.

And then I blink again. “How…” I can’t finish my thought because I wouldn’t even know where to begin to try to move in with Devereaux. The idea is crazy.

“You say he’s really protective, right?”

I nod.

“I’ve got an idea.”

“How do you even know what case I’m working?” I ask as we head out the patio door to join the family on the patio.

“Because I know everything.” He smirks. “I’m a rockstar, remember?”

Chapter 23

Devereaux

“Have you looked at the dates I’ve outlined for the Sinners and Saints Ball?” Adele asks, holding her clipboard close to her chest.

I’ve been holed up in my office all night while Club Greed powers on below me. If I’m being honest, I haven’t even wanted to go down there. It's because I haven’t wanted to see Swan. I don’t trust myself around her anymore.

“I haven’t looked yet,” I say to Adele. “Leave the dates on my desk.”

Roman and Ledger look at me, waiting for me to fill them in on the fight that happened here the other night.

“The cops came by yesterday when I got home from brunch at Greer’s,” I tell them once Adele leaves my office.

“What did they want?” Roman asks, making himself another drink.

“They just wanted information on Kurt Merrick and Derek Matthews. Like what nights they’ve visited the club. How long they’ve been members. That sort of thing.”

“What did you tell them?” Ledger asks.

“I told them the truth. Everything I knew about them. Which isn’t much. I’d like to question Kurt myself.”

“Maybe we should,” Roman adds.

“Got his home address?” I ask Ledger, knowing very well he does.

Ledger nods and it takes us all of fifteen minutes to get out of the club and make it to Kurt’s front door.

We knock. We wait.

A few seconds before I’m ready to kick the door down, the man himself opens his front door.

“Mr. Huxley,” he says right away. “What are you doing here?”

“Can we come in?” I ask this in a way that leaves no choice but to let us in.

“Um, sure.” He steps aside so we can enter his home.

The place is typical for a man with no wife and kids. Not lived in. Spacious. Obviously put together by an interior designer.

He leads us into the living room, where Ledger and Roman both take a seat on the beige leather sectional underneath an immense painting of the ocean.

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