Autumn bit the inside of her lip. She supposed a few minutes wouldn’t hurt.
Scala’s sharp knock on the dimly lit room brought Autumn back to the present.
“Enter.”
Navarro sat behind the heavy oak desk. His elbows were propped up in front of the keyboard with his chin set on the top of his hands. The computer screen’s glow reflected in his face. His dark blue eyes like diamonds.
With Navarro’s shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest and strands of hair flicking in his eyes, she could see why most women found him attractive. Autumn was surprised he didn’t have a submissive. Of course, she happened upon this club a long time ago and Navarro reluctantly helped her. He was the one who showed Hererra how to use the floggers and cat-o'-nine-tails.
Navarro leaned back against his chair, moved his arms from the desk, and crossed them behind his head. His gaze skimmed over Autumn and flicked to Scala, then back to Autumn. “I know why he’s here,” he eyed Scala again. “But you…you’re not supposed to be here. Isn’t that right, Miss Taylor?”
“I asked her to come,” Scala said with a hand settled at the base of Autumn’s spine. She stiffened, then easily settled into his now familiar touch.
“Why?” Navarro cocked his head to the side. His gaze was like a bird trying to figure out something.
“Let’s just say we have…similar interests in whatever you can tell us about Catarina’s relationship with this…establishment.”
“Are you trying to keep from calling my house a fuck fest, Scala?” Navarro’s lips twisted in a grin.
Scala shrugged one shoulder, “If it looks like a duck and it quacks like a duck...”
Navarro let a loose laugh. Autumn had never seen this amused side to the man, but then he brought his gaze back to Autumn, “You want to see the cameras?”
“I don’t want to see them, Navarro. Ineedto see them.”
“Again, why?” Navarro's amusement fled. He was mercurial. You never knew what to expect from this man. “If your boss found out I showed you anything, I could be in deep shit.”
Autumn raised her chin. “He doesn’t know I’m here tonight.”
“Going rogue, are you?”
Autumn shrugged. “Something like that.”
Navarro grunted and again looked between her and Scala. “Huh.” He looked at the computer screen, then at them again, “So, what do you want to know? I have to get back on the floor after this little meeting is done.”
“Were you with Catarina before she died?” Scala’s question zipped out before Autumn could voice her own.
“I was,” Navarro drawled. “Not here. She must have come to the club later and brought someone home.”
“Why not here?” Autumn asked.
Navarro pursed his lips, then blurted, “She wanted private Dom lessons.”
Scala blinked. “What?”
Navarro crossed his arms, “She wanted to be a female Dominant. I was showing her the ropes.” A smirk pulled up one side of his mouth. “Your cousin wasn’t so innocent, was she, Scala?”
Scala pursed his lips and muttered something in Italian.
“You didn’t see her after that?” Autumn asked.
“No,” Navarro muttered. “And no. I don’t have video footage of whoever she left with. We recycle surveillance videos every twenty-four hours.”
“And what about last night? Is that footage gone?” Autumn raised her eyebrow.
Navarro held up his arm to reveal a watch with a solid gold band. “Will you look at that?” he said with mock surprise. “It’s not quite time to delete.” He took hold of the mouse with the keyboard, clicked the left button a few times. His eyes skimmed over the screen, then he turned the monitor around. “Can’t see shit but have at it.”
Autumn walked closer to see the video clearer. Navarro was right. You couldn’t see much since the hallway was dark. She could make out the three figures outside the private room. The man had on a hood and what could be sunglasses. He brought his hand up, but from the camera angle, she couldn’t make anything out.
