No More Tears In The End

“It is; and much easier on the feet.”

I looked down. “And you have such pretty feet.”

Jada giggled and I enjoyed the sound of it, and the smile that came with. We talked at the bar over drinks for awhile, mostly about the differences in our businesses. “Your clientele is primarily working class guys. Where my clientele is a bit more upscale,” Jada said confidently. “My clients are doctors and lawyers, actors, directors and producers, executives, CEOs and politicians.”

“Martin Marshall wouldn’t be one of them?” I asked, always looking for any edge I could find.

“Martin, no, but I do know him. Martin Marshall is an arrogant, pompous jerk, but no, he’s not a client,” Jada said and looked at her watch. “Look at the time. I’ve gotta run.” She reached in her purse and took out one of her cards. It only had a number on it. “It was good seeing you.”

I accepted the card and kissed her hand. “Hopefully, it won’t be the last time I see you.”

“You have the card. It’s my private number. Anything I could do for you, just ask,” Jada said and finished her drink.

“Before you go, let me ask you a question.”

“Sure.”

“Are any of your clients reporters?”

“Yes. Why do you ask?”

“Can you arrange a meeting?”

“With you?”

“No. I’m not sure who they’d be meeting with.”

“As long as there’s a story in it, I’m sure I can. His name is James Fremeno; he’s a reporter for the Post. What’s the story?”

I finished my drink and looked at Kevon. He stood up. “I’ll call you in a couple of days.”

“I’m sure that you will.”

“Why is that?”

Jada smiled. “Because it seems that now I suddenly have something you want. And you impress me as a man who always gets what he wants.”

“Not all the time.”

What I really want is Cassandra.

But that’s not gonna happen.

Chapter 34

Nick Simmons

I opened my eyes and looked around the room, halfway expecting Wanda to be sitting there watching me sleep.

It was after midnight by the time I got to Wanda’s house. She was still up waiting for me when I got there. After I left Rain at the motel I thought it would be a good idea for me to be seen at a few of our spots. Since Wanda had eyes everywhere, I figured I’d put them to work for me.

“How’d it go?” Wanda asked as soon as I got in the house.

“Somebody got there before we did. They were dead when we got there.”

“We? Who is we?”

“Me and Rain.”