Fight For Me
Fenella
“Hey, guys.Aren’t you drinking?”Jessy walks up with a glass of champagne in his hand.
“Hey.You’ve been living on champagne this whole time?”I ask, chuckling softly.
“Yes.I gotta admit, they threw one hell of a party.The desserts are made by some royal chef, apparently.And this champagne?Perfection.”He grins before taking another sip.
“You still have to drive, Jessy.You know I’m allergic to champagne after that DUI mess.”I frown, remembering that cursed case.
“Yes, yes, I know.”He rolls his eyes dramatically.
“How about some snacks and wine, dear?”Alan’s voice sounds calmer now, though there’s still a trace of tension in it.
“That’d be perfect.Thank you.”
He heads to the long buffet table, leaving me alone with Jessy.Jessy instantly leans closer and whispers, “You won’t believe what I got.”He pulls out a phone from his brown leather pouch.
“What is it?”I frown.
“Amy’s phone.”He suppresses a squeal.
My jaw drops.“You’re not serious.”
“Oh, I am.While you were busy walking down memory lane, I grabbed it from her table.That guy she’s with is horny as hell—he spent the whole day chasing a sexy waitress instead of watching Amy’s bag.”Jessy chuckles.
“Jessy, that’s fantastic.”I hold back a triumphant laugh.I turn toward Amy, but she’s already walking inside the house with Chris.Just the two of them?That can’t be good.
“Now give me the phone and the cable.I’ll handle the rest.”Jessy unzips his pouch.
I open my small white bag and hand him the FBI-made phone along with the short connector cable.We hook the two phones together and tuck them back into Jessy’s pouch—they need a bit of time to duplicate the data.
“So, how are you planning to finish the rest?”I ask.The ones from Peter and Alan are still missing.
“About that, I’ve got an idea.”He gulps down his drink and raises a finger.“You need to distract them so they forget their phones.”
“Okay.How?”
“We’ll go one by one.You see the way Peter’s looking at you?The man’s practically drooling.You could be Mrs.Morgan the Fourth, darling.”
Jessy glances over at Peter, who’s standing near us chatting with guests.When his laughter fades, Peter looks in my direction and catches my eye.
“God, maybe you’re right.”I’m a little flustered and toss him a small smile.Peter waves back with a grin.
“I know I’m right,” Jessy giggles.
“So, what do I do?”
“Seduce him.Ask for his number.Once I know where he keeps his phone, I’ll take care of it.”
Not long after Jessy leaves, Peter walks up to me—just as Jessy predicted.I glance at Alan.He’s busy with another guest who clearly knows him.Perfect timing.
“Hey…”
“Hi, sir.”
“You don’t have to be so formal.”Peter chuckles.
