Her arms… Holy hell. I hadn’t known it was possible to have arms that toned. This was obviously why people exercised.
Yeah, but they have to get up before seven. Toned arms versus warm bed.
I sighed. It was no contest. Warm bed won every time.
“Missing?”
“Kidnapped,” I clarified.
“How do you know?”
“I was hired to help look for her.”
“But you’re not a cop.”
“Look, ladies, do me a favor and think about being in Ilayda’s position. If you can’t, imagine if it had been your sister who’d gone missing. All I want to know is if she was friends with anyone in particular, and if she mentioned anyone following her or annoying her. I’m assuming her bodyguards waited outside while she was working out, so anything you tell me could really help.”
Margo examined my face for a long moment. Then she gave a sharp nod.
“She was friendly with most people, but not overly friendly. She tended to get her workout done and then leave. But a few months ago, we had a new member join.”
My pulse increased. “They became friends?”
She nodded. “They chose machines next to each other most days. I heard them making plans for coffee.”
“Do you know where?”
She shrugged. “No, sorry. I wasn’t paying that much attention. The only reason I’m telling you is because our new member hasn’t taken a class since Ilayda’s disappearance. I hadn’t thought much of it. Honestly, it had crossed my mind that they’d both maybe found another studio they preferred more.” The ghost of a smirk crossed her face, as if even the thought of a better studio was ridiculous.
“Was she fae?”
“No. Witch.”
“I need her name. Please.”
Margo examined me. Behind me, Blondie was quiet, waiting. It was clear who was in charge here.
Finally, Margo nodded at Blondie, who printed something on her computer. When she handed it to me, I raised my eyebrow.
Becca Casey. And Blondie had given me a list of every class she’d attended, along with Ilayda’s attendance.
“Thank you so much for this,” I said.
Blondie gave me a serious nod. “I hope you find her.”
Margo examined my face. “What did you say your name was?”
“Meredith.”
“From the bar down the street.”
“Yeah.”
She nodded. “I met my ex-husband there.” From her tone, she could’ve done without meeting him at all.
I nodded. “Thanks for this.”
I turned and strolled out. A tiny part of me was sad I didn’t get to try Pilates. Maybe I’d give it a go one day.
