Twisted Game (Margot Harris 6)

“You say that like I care,” Margot told him. She threw one more glance at Harry and his thug, who were both sitting at the bar having a drink, before she went out the door.

Margot kept the twenty in one hand and her gun in the other as she walked out.

An almost impossibly skinny guy who had to look up to meet Margot’s eyes was leaning against a big black Cadillac SUV parked by the door in a spot normally reserved for people checking in. He saw Margot and a confused look came over his face.

He stepped in her path. “Hey, where are you going?”

“None of your business.”

He stayed where he was and looked past her into the hotel. Again, he looked confused. Margot realized this must be Harry Lee’s driver.

“What if I want to make it my business?” he asked her.

“Well, one, you don’t fight in my weight class.”

“Don’t let my size fool you; I can handle my business.”

“And two,” Margot said as she raised the gun enough that he could see it.

The diminutive driver got out of the way.

“Next time we’ll see how well I fight moving up in weight,” he muttered at Margot’s back.

“Careful what you wish for,” Margot said without turning around.

“Keep talking, bitch. The last woman who disrespected wished she hadn’t.”

She kept her pistol in her hand until she reached her car. She drove away with the pistol sitting on the seat and didn’t put it away until she got to Radcliff’s condo.

Chapter 4

Margot waited until they were both naked, satisfied, and exhausted before telling Radcliff about her encounter with Harry Lee and what she learned about Phoebe at the Palms Hotel.

“If you want, I can have somebody pick up Harry and his henchman. Seems like a crime was committed,

” Radcliff told her.

“Yeah, by me. I was the one macing people and waving my pistol around. They were up to no good, even though I’m guessing they were just trying to scare me, but it’d be tough to prove.”

“I wasn’t thinking of the kind of arrest that gets to court. I was thinking you decided to try to stay out of the way of organized crime for a while.”

“I was thinking the same thing, which is why you shouldn’t arrest anybody. I don’t think Harry is mad at me, anyway.”

“Why is that?”

“He asked me out.”

“Like a date?”

“More like a rendezvous. I don’t think he’s much for wining and dining his mistresses.”

“Unlike me.”

“I’d like to think I’m just a bit past the mistress phase.”

“You most definitely are.”

“It kind of bugs me though that the guys who like me also have or had a thing for Phoebe.”