Page 92 of Say My Name

He winks. “Well, you don’t have a car.”

“Oh, right.” I completely forgot. My car. I almost wish Vin would have damaged my car just a little to where I could still use it. However, I know Devereaux would have never invited me to stay if I didn’t.

“Ok, can you drop me off at my place?”

He nods. “Sure, eat up,” he says.

I shovel the food in my mouth so we can leave soon, because I feel like I’m close to finally solving this case. I can feel it.

“A prostitution ring?” my sister screeches at the top of her lungs.

I cringe. “It gets worse.”

“What can be worse than prostitution?” Ashley asks.

“He’s also married.”

Ashley blinks. Tilts her head. Blinks. All the color drains from her face. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I wish I was.” I asked Ashley to come over to tell her about Derek, and have her take me into work until my car is fixed.

“So, he was paying for sex?” She parks a hand on her hip, her eyes glossy from the tears that are ready to fall.

“It was more complicated than that. I’m really sorry, Ash.”

Her gaze drops downward. “I don’t get it. I don’t understand how somebody could be so stupid.”

I understand her hurt, but I’m not sure how to console her. I’m not qualified for this.

“Ash, I’m sorry. Some men are just assholes.”

She nods. “And I’m a magnet for them.”

“You deserve better,” I tell her.

I explain most of what Devereaux told me, keeping quiet about the senator’s involvement and the specifics.

“I think you should quit, Chloe,” she says.

“You’ve said that a lot,” I say with a small laugh.

“Well, I still think you should. Tell your partner about the prostitution and be done with it.”

I nod, my mind trying to piece the puzzle together. “Yeah.”

“It’s kind of smart, actually. Run a ring with the women this whole town is obsessed with. I mean, to not be a member and get to sleep with a Greedy Girl? I’m sure they had tons of clients.”

“Yeah, and lots of money too.” My mind goes over everyone working at Club Greed that would have the know-how to pull something like this off.

“I need to call Finn.” I take out my phone, pulling up Finn’s contact information.

He answers on the first ring and I tell him everything Devereaux told me.

“Who do you think is running it?”

“I don’t know, but if they’re running it from inside the club, I can definitely find out.”

“How’s it going with Devereaux?

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