Twisted Game (Margot Harris 6)

Margot decided finding out how Harry got her number was a question for later. Instead, she asked, “What are you talking about? I haven’t said a word.”

“Then why is some vlogger talking about us meeting at Palms? I sure as hell didn’t tell her I saw you at the Palms and I sure as hell didn’t hire you to kill anybody.”

“Is this vlogger named Cassandra?”

“The show’s called Cassandra’s Coastal Crime Alert, so I’m going to say yes. Do you know her?”

“Not exactly, but she’s made me a subject of her show before.”

“You need to make her stop. I don’t need this kind of publicity.”

“We don’t exactly talk.”

“How’d she know we met last night at The Palms?”

“She must have followed me, or she paid off Theo. Either way, it didn’t come from me. I’m not a fan.”

“I can see why. According to her, you're a regular one-woman crime wave. Is she right?”

“No, of course not. Do I seem like some kind of hitwoman to you?”

“You don’t not seem like a hitwoman.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Do I need to take care of this Cassandra?”

“No, please don’t.”

“Then I suggest you do it. Maybe give her the Bobby treatment.”

“Bobby treatment?”

“Yeah, mace her, stomp on her a couple of times, like you did to Bobby last night.”

That actually sounded good to Margot, but she figured that wouldn’t go as well. Unlike Bobby, Cassandra would probably press charges.

She told Harry, “I’ll handle it.”

“Do you still have my number?”

“Yeah.”

“Call me sometime, maybe we can put this Cassandra situation behind us.”

“It already is,” Margot said as she ended the call.

Margot was tempted to pull over and watch the video but decided all it would do was piss her off. She was doing a good job all by herself pissing off a guy like Harry Lee without Cassandra making it worse for the sake of YouTube views.

She was pretty sure the only way Cassandra could have known she saw Harry Lee last night was to have followed her. The only person who knew she was going there was Radcliff and he wouldn’t have said anything. She must have hung around and saw them both leaving the Palms and jumped to the conclusion they were there discussing some business.

That part wasn’t entirely untrue. Margot was a little disappointed Cassandra hadn’t figured out who she was working for. It seemed the real story about a gangster’s married mistress’s husband ending up dead was a lot better story than some made-up nonsense about Margot being a professional killer.

Margot started wondering if Cassie was tailing her right now. She made a sudden left turn across traffic and then pulled into the first gas station she saw. Margot pulled up to the pumps and then hurried inside. She knew she looked funny standing there staring out the window, but she did it anyway.

A beat-up Ford Focus slowed down as it passed the station. Margot watched it speed up and go past before parking in the lot next door.

“Do you have a back door?” Margot asked the clerk who looked barely old enough to drive.