Margot nodded but then added, “Ten viewers or ten thousand, I still don’t like being called a cartel hitwoman.”
“I get that, but I’m guessing this is the last we’ll see of Cassandra Cole.”
“Probably.”
“You say that, but you still look agitated.”
“Sorry, your old girlfriend didn’t seem to like me either, even while I’m trying to keep her out of prison for the rest of her life.”
“Yeah, I kind of picked that up.”
“She makes me question your judgment in women.”
“I picked you, didn’t I?”
“Exactly, that’s the part that has me agitated.”
“You’re not Phoebe. Trust me when I say Phoebe dumping me was one of the best things that ever happened to me.”
“Yet, when she’s in trouble, you still rushed over to help.”
“Yeah, I guess I did. Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. That whole knight-in-shining-armor thing you have going is one of the things I like about you.”
“That’s good. I thought you might be mad at me after meeting Phoebe. Do you want to go to dinner with a knight in shining armor tonight?”
“Do I want to? Yeah, of course. I think I need to get to work though, and if I’m going to run into anyone who saw Phoebe at the Palms two nights ago, I’m going to have to show up at the same time s
he would have.”
“So, no dinner?”
“Sorry.”
“What about the part where you come over to my place after we eat?”
“That could probably be arranged.”
Chapter 3
As always when interviewing a potential witness, Margot turned on her digital recorder and dropped it in her purse. With the recording up and running, she headed into the Palms.
“Reservation, ma’am?” asked the man on the other side of the counter, a bald guy with a name tag reading ‘Theodore.’
Margot smiled at him before she said, “Were you working two nights ago?”
“That’s an odd question.”
“Not really, it’s more of a ‘yes or no’ one.”
“Are you the police?”
“Kind of weird thing to ask.”
“Seems a normal ‘yes or no’ type of question to me,” he quipped.
“No,” Margot conceded as she took out her license and showed it to him. “I’m private. I’ve answered your question, now how about you answer mine?”