Twisted Game (Margot Harris 6)

“What’s that?”

“You’re going to stop following me.”

“I am?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m just following the story.”

“Follow the story all you want, just don’t follow me, got it?”

“I feel like I’m being threatened.”

“No, not yet. Right now, I’m asking nicely.”

“Okay, what if you gave me an interview?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, not about a current case or anything, just about the stuff from the past.”

“You want to talk to me or Viuda Negra?”

“You.”

“Okay, but the following stops. And I’m kind of busy right now.”

“No problem. Actually, I’m good for content at the moment. There’s a lot going on. Do you still have my card?”

“You didn’t give one to me.”

Cassandra gave Margot a card and said, “Call me when you’re ready.

Margot nodded and then added, “I’m going to need you to drive away first.”

“I said I wasn’t going to follow you anymore.”

“Then there’s no reason for you not to drive away, is there?”

“Alright, have it your way. I’ll be waiting for your call.”

Margot watched Cassandra drive away. When she was out of sight she walked back to her car.

Chapter 7

It didn’t seem like a lot of Margot’s plans paid off, but this one did. She knew where Derek Helms worked, so she took a chance he would be working on a Saturday and he’d go out for lunch.

Both chances worked out. Even with Cassandra slowing her up, she made it there just before Helms walked out. Having him on foot made it that much easier since she wouldn’t be losing him in traffic. Even better, he picked up food at a taco shop with a patio and decided to eat out there.

“Derek Helms?” Margot asked the balding man sitting down to eat a Carne Asada burrito. The first thing she thought when she saw his picture was that he looked too old for Rita. He may have thought so as well. The gold earring he wore seemed out of place with the rest of him. Margot could have been wrong, but it looked like an attempt to look younger.

He glanced up and looked suspicious, rightfully so.

“If I told you no, would you believe me?”

“No,” Margot said as she sat down in front of him.

“If you’re a reporter, all you’re going to do is watch me eat. I’ve got nothing to say.”