Shadow Of Greed (Margot Harris 1)

“Did you see his client?”

“No.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, he doesn’t want me and his work to mix. I guess after his last experience I don’t blame him. If he gets on the wrong side of the kind of people he works with these days, they’ll do a lot worse than take his license. If it helps, I saw his car. Doc made me wait for my Uber on the corner, but my Uber was slow and his client was fast.”

“You saw the car but not him?”

“Doc has them pull into the garage. It’s more discreet if they aren’t parked on the street.”

“What did he drive?”

“One of those Chryslers.”

“Can you be more specific?”

“It was black…it didn’t look new but not old either, if you know what I mean.”

“I do. Do you know which Chrysler it was?”

“A three hundred I think. Nice car.”

“What time did he arrive?”

“Around midnight. I couldn’t get more specific than that.”

“Two doors or four?”

Trixie thought about that for a second before saying, “Four.”

“You remember anything else?”

“No, if my Uber hadn’t gotten lost, I couldn’t have told you that much.”

Margot stayed silent while she thought it over for a second.

“Do I get my money?” Trixie asked.

Margot reached in her purse and took five twenties out of her wallet. She wasn’t sure how to justify it, but she made a mental note to put these hundred bucks onto Dean Stone’s bill. Margot folded the money and handed it to Trixie.

“Was that worth beating me up?”

Margot considered telling her a sore face was not anywhere near getting beat up but instead said, “Would it help if I apologized?”

“Yeah, it kind of would.”

“Sorry.”

“Okay, I’m sorry I called you pig dick breath.”

“Apology accepted.”

“I take it that you’re not going to tell the Doc I talked to you? I don’t want to end up like that girl up North.”

“He’ll never know I was here. Unless you tell him.”

“You don’t have to worry about that.”