“You want to venture a guess who it was this time?”
“I thought this wasn’t your kind of case.”
Ames shrugged. “Professional curiosity.”
“The name Dennis Thorn ring any bells with you?”
“That who shot at you?”
“No, not exactly anyway.”
“Don’t be cryptic with me, Margot. If you’ve got something to say, say it.”
Margot thought about it for a long second before she said, “It’s not your case, Ames, and I’m going to say this once, I don’t want to say it twice.”
“You want me to get the detective in charge?”
“Not yet, I need to talk to someone first,” Margot said as she checked the time.
There was a chance Harry Lee would be up, but even bars were getting ready to close, so she figured she’d talk to him tomorrow. Margot sent a text anyway. If he was up and wanted to talk, she’d be good with it. It was going to take a while and more than one glass of whiskey to get to sleep after the adrenaline rush that accompanied having someone try to murder you.
Chapter 6
After the night she had, Margot would have loved to take the day off, sleep until noon and then spend the rest of the day drinking the bullets that went by her head off her mind, but she had work to do. Shaw would have probably let her, but Browers and Associates might not be as understanding, especially since it happened while she was working for someone other than them. She never promised exclusivity when working for them, but she had a feeling they expected it anyway.
She’d told Thad she’d check on Phoebe, so she decided to make that the first business of the day. Talking to Phoebe, who once dated Radcliff, wasn’t always easy, but they seemed to have come to an understanding. Plus, with Margot getting her out of jail, Phoebe wasn’t nearly as nasty as she had been when they first met.
Margot tried to call to let Phoebe know she was coming by, but it went straight to voicemail. She left a message and headed over.
She was surprised Phoebe was still staying in the house where her husband and his lover were murdered. It was even more surprising to find her in the back yard where the crime took place. The hot tub where they’d died and were found floating in red water had been drained and covered up, but the tub itself was still there as a reminder.
Phoebe was sunning herself in a skimpy bikini that wouldn’t leave many tan lines and drinking something clear with a lime in it when Margot let herself into the back yard.
Margot didn’t know either victim. but seeing the hottub where they met such a violent end was disturbing to her. Phoebe, who was sitting in a chaise lounge facing the tub, didn’t seem bothered.
Phoebe didn’t move as she said, “Margot, what a surprise.”
“I called, you didn’t answer.”
“So, you rushed over to check on me?”
“Something like that.”
Phoebe held up her glass. “Would you like a drink? I know you’re more a whiskey girl, but on a hot day, a bit of vodka on ice sure hits the spot.”
“It’s ten in the morning.”
“So? I mean, how can you drink all day if you don’t start in the morning?”
“I’m working, Phoebe.”
“You shouldn’t let that stop you. In fact, why don’t you join me? I have a drawer full of bathing suits and I bet you and I wear the same size.”
“Thanks, but no thanks,” Margot said as she pulled up the other chaise lounge and sat on the edge so she was facing Phoebe.
“Why not? You shouldn’t be shy about wearing a bikini. I bet you look good. Maybe better than me right now. I haven’t been too inspired to get to the gym.”
“I’m working on keeping you out of jail, Phoebe.”