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Fuck. I can’t believe what I’m seeing.

Pictures of Chloe in her uniform splash across the screen.

This can’t be real.

She’s a cop. I do a deep dive into her background and discover she made detective last month. Just before she started working at Club Greed.

I pinch the bridge of my nose. I’m so stupid. Of course, they’d send someone in to investigate my club.

I move through the rest of the night like a zombie on pain meds. I can’t feel anything. Nothing.

My whole life I’ve always had a plan, always had a way to attack any problem. But right now… I don’t even know where to start.

Do I confront her? Or do I kick her out of my club and never speak to her again. She betrayed me. Was this her assignment all along? To get close to me?

Now, I feel like her car was never vandalized. That it was all a ruse. I’ve been played.

And I don’t know what I’m going to do about it.

Chapter 39

Chloe

“Are you ready to meet up with a client?” Sugar asks me. “Maybe this weekend?”

A pit forms in the bottom of my stomach. And it’s not the baby. “Yes,” I answer, fighting back the nausea of pretending I’m eager to have sex with strangers.

“Great. Brandon will be happy.”

“Why’s that?”

Sugar glances over her shoulder to make sure no one is listening as we stand at the end of the bar. “Remember, I told you we had a hard time finding girls. Well, Brandon will be happy you’re actually going through with it.”

“Were there girls who wouldn’t go through with it?” I ask, hoping she keeps going.

She stares at her long red-tipped nail. “Ginger always had issues with following through. Brandon was getting so irritated with her.” She stops talking and looks at me like she’s said too much.

Irritated enough to kill?

“No need to worry about me bailing on you. I need the money.”

She’s pulled away by a customer but tells me before she goes that she’ll give me more details when she has them.

Club Greed isn’t exactly packed, but there’s enough people here to keep me busy. I want to talk to Adele about becoming a Greedy Girl, but at the same time I think I’m getting closer to the murderer by figuring out this prostitution ring.

It’s clear to me that Brandon is my man.

He’s the killer.

I just have to prove it.

I haven’t seen Devereaux all night, which isn’t a big deal because he stays holed up in his office regularly. Honestly, I’m glad he’s not down here, because if I see him, that means I have to think about what’s taking place in my body and how to tell him.

I hustle between tables, feeling energized because I’m finally getting somewhere with my investigation. This case is almost solved and that thought hits me hard.

Soon, I won’t be working here.

I won’t see Devereaux day in, day out. But then, there’s the baby. So, I’d see him sometimes. My brain refuses to think about co-parenting at this stage, but when? All that energy I felt evaporates. It takes maximum effort to not roll my eyes at customers still ordering drinks when I just want to sit and mope. I move throughout the rest of my shift in a state of sadness.

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