“With such a high profile, it’s no wonder that woman had nefarious plans for that video clip.”
“That video convinced the suit lady to go after Tripp instead of you-slash-me. She was so incensed by the video, she’s also demanding money to replace her two-thousand-dollar shoes, expensive white shirt, and bra. She’s not holding back.”
“Phew.” She swipes a hand over her forehead. “Saved by a scorned ex-lover.”
I nod. “Going back to what I was saying about having power of attorney over Grazie Mille, it allowed me to go through the employees’ profiles with the owner’s guidance. That’s how I found your address.”
“Oh.”
“I needed to see you again, Harley.”
“Oh.”
We stare at each other for a long beat.
Rein it in,Lindstro¨m.
I rub the back of my neck. “There’s a lot that’s happened in the last five days, and I’ll share all the details with you, but for now, let’s focus on you.”
She nods.
“Did you suspect that air freshener was a spy cam? Is that why you smashed it?”
“No. That’s not what happened.”
“The superintendent left a note yesterday, letting me know he was going to check a few things in my apartment before he left on vacation. I figured it was because of the overpowering smell, so I didn’t make anything of it. Finding his screwdriver in my cabinet and my stash money gone… that’s more than a coincidence.” The dramatic details of the story roll off her tongue.
“Thanks to the spy cams, he knew you were hiding your stash money in a tampon box. No wonder you felt violated.”
Worry flits across her face.
“What is it?”
“He’s seen me… naked.”
Of course he fucking has.
I do my best to keep my voice calm. “The guy is lucky he’s on vacation, or else I would’ve tracked him down and strung him up by his balls. Do you have the landlord’s contact details?”
She nods.
“Good. You need to file a report with the police because the pervert invaded your privacy, and that’s illegal. Then, you need to inform the landlord. The owner might not care about the poor state of the building he’s renting to tenants, but I doubt he wants to be thrown under the bus for his superintendent’s misdeeds.”
“You’re right.”
“But first, you need to pack your things.”
“Why?”
“You’re moving the hell out of here.”
“I don’t have anywhere else to go.”
“You’re moving in with me.”
She stares at me like I’m an alien. “That’s crazy talk. Kaz, I can’t move in with you.”
“Why not?”
