Did they?Hell ifIknew. "You tell me."
"Well, trust me, they do." He snorted. "But it's hard to sell yourself as a fixer when one of your own goes viral."
I nodded along. "Viral, huh? Doing what?"Yeah, I knew the gist, but I was fishing for more.
"For that smash-and-grab – you know, with all those bottles." He chuckled. "And during a pitch, too."
Interesting.Absently, I said, "So,that'swhat happened."
"Oh, yeah." He gave a low whistle. "And the client – they werepissed."
"How pissed?"
"Well…rumor has it, they're gonna go after her."
My pulse kicked up a notch. "For what? The scandal?"
"Nah, notthat."
"Then what?"
He laughed. "You know the drill – sensitive files, company property, yada yada. But get this." He leaned toward me. "She bolted that same day."
"Bolted how?"
"She went straight from that meeting to some bus station, didn't even stop at her apartment."
A bus station?
No fucking way.
I couldn't even imagine. "You're shitting me."
"Notme," he said with another grin. "If she doesn't show soon, you know what's gonna happen?"
"What?"
"That apartment of hers – it's gonna be gone."
I didn't like where this was heading. "Gone how?"
"Apparently, she was on a week-to-week, but she stopped paying, whichmeans,if she doesn't surface soon, she's out of luck." He made a flicking gesture with his fingers, like he was launching a tiny Tessa onto the curb. "Eviction time."
"Oh, yeah?" His attitude grated, but I kept my poker face in check. "And what about her stuff?"
He shrugged like he didn't give two shits if her pots and panties hit the pavement. "Got me."
Asshole."So, do you know where she is?"
He let out a scoff. "I wish."
A bad feeling settled in my chest. "And why's that?"
"Because Evan Carver – you knowhim, right?"
That guy?I knew him better than I wanted to. He wasn't just a pompous ass. He was a snake who'd sell out his mother to make a buck.
When I nodded, Jamison continued. "Anyway, he hit me up last week, promising a big commission if I gave him anything useful."
