“Do you mean Eduardo?”
“Could be. Carol Bates said he’s a friend of Jordyn’s, around six feet, dark hair, blue eyes, Italian accent.”
“That sounds like Eduardo.”
“You know him?”
“I know of him. We’ve never met.”
“Do you have a last name?”
“No.”
“Do you know where he works?”
“I know he models. Eduardo’s the one doing this, isn’t he?”
“We have reason to think so. An employee of the courier company identified someone matching his description as the person that sent the envelope containing the card Jordyn received yesterday.”
“Jord was so sure it wasn’t him.”
“But you weren’t?”
“With all that Talon was saying and doing, he seemed the most likely suspect. But I had my doubts. I should have pushed harder.”
“It’s not your fault.” I’m the professional here. It’s mine. “What can you tell me about him?”
“Not much. Jordyn never really discussed him except for the…you know?”
She’s referring to sex. But jealousy is the least of my concerns. “How long was she seeing him?”
“About a year.”
“A year? That sounds serious.”
“Not to Jordyn. They weren’t exclusive. Friends-with-benefits was her definition of their relationship.”
“When did she see him last?”
“Not sure specifically, but she told him a few weeks ago that she just wanted to be friends. She thought he took it well.”
Right. “Was this before or after her tire was slashed?”
“Um…before—the night before. Oh my gosh.”
That would have been the same evening I kissed her in the elevator. Had she cut him off for me?Christ.
“I need to get to Jordyn before she returns to town. If she trusts Eduardo as a friend, she won’t have her guard up.”
“No, she won’t. She’s convinced he has her back.”
“All the more reason for me to get to her. I need her parents’ address.”
“You think he’s dangerous?”
“I don’t know. But I don’t want to find out he is, and I haven’t protected her.”
“Sending it to you now. Please have Jordyn call me.”
