Twisted Game (Margot Harris 6)

“We have a media relations division that will gladly answer all your questions.”

“Sure they will,” Cassandra replied before saying, “You’re Margot Harris.”

Margot looked back; she was surprised this girl knew her name.

“Can I ask a few questions, Ms. Harris?” Cassandra asked. Before Margot could reply one way or the other, she added, “Are you working Mrs. Masterson’s defense? Are you employed by Brower and Associates?”

“Even if I was, I wouldn’t tell you,” Margot said. “It’s part of the “private” in private detective.”

“I always thought that just meant you don’t work for the state.”

“It means that too,” Margot said as they kept walking. Cassandra followed.

“You shot and killed two men up in Riverside and then later shot and killed a deputy sheriff. You also shot and killed a still unidentified individual. All these men had connections to the Baja cartel.”

“Is that a question?” Margot replied.

“You also left the police at the same time a man named Malachi Flynn was kicked off the force. Mr. Flynn was believed to have been muscle for hire for several known underworld figures. It is believed his duties included assassinations. He later worked for you when you were an independent private detective in an unofficial capacity.”

They were nearly at Radcliff’s car. Cassandra ran a little so she could get in front of Margot before she reached the passenger door. Her phone was up so she could film the encounter.

“Could you please get out of my way?” Margot asked.

“You haven’t answered my question.”

“You haven’t asked one.”

“Given your involvement in the deaths of four people involved in the Baja cartel and your association with Malachi Flynn, are you working for the Baja Cartel or one of their rivals?”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m asking if you’re a hitwoman for the Baja Cartel.”

“And I’m asking you to get out of my way.”

“Can you answer the question?”

“Can you get out of my way?”

“After I get an answer.”

“That question is too dumb to bother answering. Now please move. I’m not going to ask again.”

Cassandra moved aside. As Margot passed, she said, “You look like you want to hit me.”

“Luckily for you, looks can be deceiving because if I wanted to hit you, there wouldn’t be a damn thing you could do to stop me.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Nope, just a statement of fact.”

Margot got in the car and Radcliff drove them out of there.

“You shouldn’t let her get to you,” Radcliff said as he headed towards the office she shared with Shaw.

“Who? The YouTube star?”

“Yeah, though what does that even mean? Anybody can start their own YouTube channel; that doesn’t mean anybody’s watching it.”