Currently, Violet waited for me in the hot tub while I changed and took a few minutes to check in with Hoskins. He’d been insisting I check in everyday, but talking to him on the phone was the last thing I wanted to do, so I opted for a quick text.
I’m gaining the trust of one of the club owners.
Making progress. I’ll keep you posted.
I groaned when I saw the three little dots immediately pop up. Did he live on his phone?
Which one? You’re taking way too long. Speed things up.
Call me! Do better.
God, what an asshole. I started to text back, but did he really need more information? I didn’t want to put Hoskins’s focus on West right now. My gut told me he wasn’t the killer, but I wasn’t sure. And I had no real hard evidence to rule him out.
I opted to ignore Hoskins. I turned my phone off, threw it in my bag, and headed out to join Violet.
I found her in the hot tub, completely naked. The spa was clothing optional and as I looked around, I realized I was the only one wearing a swimsuit. Somehow, this made me even more self-conscious.
“You’re so modest,” Violet said, as I slipped into the water.
“That’s true. But I’m working on it.”
“Yeah, you are,” she laughed. “All those skimpy outfits at work will wash that modesty away in no time.”
“Yeah, I guess,” I said. “West looks at me sometimes like I’m a supermodel. I don’t get it.”
“What’s not to get, Kaylee? You’re fucking hot. You’re a bad bitch. Strong, independent, beautiful. What’s not to like? West has good taste.”
“He’s a movie star.” I shook my head. “It doesn’t make sense.”
“Of course it does. He gets his ass kissed all the time. That gets boring. He probably feels like a normal person around you. Plus, he obviously has a type. Look at his ex.”
I sighed, letting the warm water relax my muscles. “I look nothing like Danika, but you may be right about the rest.”
“How’s the investigation going?”
“I keep digging, but he’s so closed-mouthed about the business. His partners seem to thoroughly hate me, so I haven’t made much progress. Now that he moved me up to the secret club, I’m hoping to learn more.”
“How do I get into this secret club, by the way?”
“I overheard a customer say it cost a hundred grand just to get a membership, and then there’s a monthly fee of twenty thousand on top of that!”
“I guess I’ll just keep getting kinky at home,” she laughed.
“Yeah, me too,” I laughed.
She raised a brow. “You, too? Are you getting kinky, Kaylee?” she asked, incredulously. “Do tell!”
“Oh, it was nothing! Just a little light spanking from West…”
“What?” Her eyes lit up. “You didn’t tell me! How could you keep such juicy information from me? Your best friend!”
“I’m telling you now! We didn’t have sex. We were just playing around.”
“Well, we all know where that leads, don’t we?”
“I’m not sure. I mean…yes, okay, yes, that’s probably where it will lead. But I shouldn’t do that, right? I mean, I’m working!”
“You may be working, but you’d be the dumbest woman alive not bang West Foster if given the opportunity.”