Twisted Interest (Margot Harris 7)

“What do you mean ‘a guy like me’?”

“A guy who was getting his ass kicked by a girl the last time he was breathing free air,” Anderson said.

“Yeah, well, I bet she’d kick your fat ass too.”

“Maybe, but I’m not the one going to prison.”

Lucas didn’t have a good reply to that so instead, he said, “I think I want my lawyer.”

“Suit yourself,” A

nderson told him. “We’ll be seeing you, Lucas.”

Lucas watched the detectives leave and went back to trying to find something on television. He was flipping through the channels when the door opened again.

He looked over and said, “I didn’t expect to see you back so soon. You forget something?”

“Yeah,” the man said as he held up the hand holding a sharpened metal spoon, “I forgot to stab your sorry ass to death.”

Lucas tried to reach the call button but he was too slow. The sharp spoon was jammed through his neck before he could pick up the call button. His jugular vein was severed and blood began to spray. It wasn’t long before a spoon did what bullets couldn’t.

Chapter 1

“Mind if I sit?”

Margot scanned the mostly empty Layla’s West barroom and then looked Harry Lee over. As agreed, it appeared he had come alone. He was dressed in his usual dark suit, white shirt, and dark tie. He could have a gun under his coat, but there were no telltale bulges. In his hands were two drinks including a whiskey on ice.

Margot was sitting with her back against the wall with her short-barreled S&W sitting on her lap. Her boyfriend, homicide detective Rick Radcliff, was sitting at the bar, watching the proceedings in the mirror.

Margot motioned to the empty chair across from her and Harry sat down.

“I bought Mr. Radcliff a drink as well,” Harry told her, sliding the glass of whiskey across the table.

“Thanks,” Margot said as she took a sip.

“Did I get it right?”

“Yeah, you did. How did you know what I like to drink?”

“I know a lot of things about you, Margot.”

She let that go and asked, “What can I do for you, Harry?”

“I thought you stopped meeting clients here when you started working for Shaw.”

“You’re not a client.”

“Not yet, anyway.”

“You want to hire me?”

“I do.”

“No thanks.”

“You haven’t even heard the job.”

“I don’t need to.”