“What do you think that code is for?” Carmen asked.
“I don’t know. Could be anything. I wouldn’t even know where to begin listing the possibilities,” Dan said.
“I think we need to watch them all again.”
“Why, Max?” Carmen asked.
“Now that we have the code, we watch carefully to see if there are any clues in the videos,” Max said and both Dan and Carmen looked at him.
“You know, as stupid as it sounds, it may be worth a shot, Carmen,” Dan said.
Carmen shook her head and stood up. “You boys have fun. I already have a lead.”
“What’s that?” Dan asked.
“All of the videos were made at a company called CTI,” Carmen said and left the room.
When Max sat down at the computer, Dan sat down next to him. “Where do you want to start?” Max asked.
“Does it matter?”
Chapter Fourteen
Clothed head to toe in a flattering Stella McCartney lace inset dress, Christian Louboutin front-tie leather stilettos, John Hardy citrine & sterling silver beaded multi-strand necklace and a Saint Laurent clutch, Jada West was an alluring vision in orange.
There was still a warrant for her arrest, so Jada was on her way to see her lawyer, Patrick Freeman. With Jada being unexpectedly in the city for a couple of days, he had invited her down to his office to discuss her case.
Earlier that morning, she was awakened by a knock on the door when Fantasy told her that Rain had been shot the night before and a second attempt was made that morning.
“Is Rain all right?” Jada asked as she got out of bed and put on her robe.
“Honestly, Jada, I don’t know for sure,” Fantasy said and followed Jada into the living room. “All I was able to find out is that Mr. Garrison was there when the shooting took place,” Fantasy informed Jada.
“I see. Was Mr. Garrison hurt?”
“No.” Fantasy paused. “At least he didn’t appear to be. I saw him at J.R.’s after it happened, but I was unable to speak with him.”
“Any particular reason why?” Jada sat down on the couch, crossed her legs and smoothed out her robe.
“He was there to pick up Mileena. My understanding was that he was concerned about her safety, so his attention was focused squarely on her.”
“I see,” Jada said.
That didn’t stop Fantasy from watching him, enjoying the way his body moved, from the moment he walked in J.R.’s. She observed the way his dark eyes seemed to brighten at the sight of Mileena, the way those eyes devoured every inch of her. Fantasy looked on, almost in envy, as Carter put his strong arm around Mileena and escorted her out of J.R.’s.
The entire time he was there, Carter never even glanced in her direction. Even when she purposely positioned herself by the exit so he would have to make eye contact with Fantasy and acknowledge her, he didn’t.
But Mileena did. She looked right at Fantasy as they passed on their way out of J.R.’s.
“That isn’t all,” Fantasy said.
“What else?”
“There was a shooting at Conversations last night as well. Four people are dead.”
“What is going on?” Jada wanted to know. It was the same question that everybody had. “Do you know if Jackie or Mr. Arcus were hurt?”
“I’m sorry, Jada, I don’t know that either.” Fantasy stood up. “But I promise to find out for you.”