“He’s running an errand for me.”
“Any idea when he’ll be back?”
Lisa shrugged. “I’m not sure.”
“He leaves you here all alone?” I asked.
“Like I said, we haven’t had too much trouble. He lives on the property and keeps an eye on things, but he’s not around the clock. A full-time rotating security staff is expensive,” she said like she was poor. Lisa was the farthest thing from poor.
“I’ll need contact information for him.”
“Certainly.”
I dug into my pocket and handed her a card. "Please get in touch if you think of anything else that might be helpful."
"I will. Richard is going to be so devastated. I know how much he wanted to reconcile with Eden. This is going to break his heart.” A frown tightened her lips.
We thanked her again and offered our condolences, then walked back to the Porsche after she texted me Eddie’s contact information. We strolled past the two Ferraris—one white, one red.
Lisa stood in the doorway, watching us go.
“Something tells me she might be happy Eden’s no longer an embarrassment," Jack said under his breath.
"I believe you might be right about that."
We climbed into the Porsche, and I called Eddie Marshall before we set out to find Jesse Sutton.
7
Jesse's permanent address was listed with the DMV at Eden’s condo in the Nautilus. It was pretty obvious he was no longer living there.
He wasn't exactly squeaky clean. Jesse had a DUI, a possession charge, public intoxication, and an assault charge that stemmed from a bar fight.
I called Isabella, my contact at Cobra Company. With vast intelligence resources, she was able to track Jesse’s cell phone and pinpoint his location. With a few taps of the keys, she told me he was currently at the Trident Tower.
“While I’ve got you, can you see if any cellular devices ping the tower from Eden’s boat during the time of the murder?”
“I’ll look into it and report back.”
“You’re a doll.”
We made our way across the island to the luxury high-rise. I didn’t know which apartment Jesse was in, but I figured we could sort that out.
A quick glance at his social media feed revealed quite a few photos of Jesse partying with two beautiful blondes. I took screen captures of the images and sent them to Isabella. She was able to use facial recognition and ID the girls. According to the DMV, the two roommates, Lana and Saylor, lived in #1604. It was a good bet the two beauties kept Jesse from being homeless. I didn’t know him, but I knew the type. He was a user and a manipulator.
Jack pulled up to the valet, and the kid hustled around to grab the door. We climbed out, and JD slipped him a few bills.
I flashed my badge at the main entrance, and the concierge buzzed us in.
We strolled across the opulent lobby, past the waterfall, past the baby grand piano, to the elevators. I hit the call button, and a moment later, we took the elevator up to 16. We strolled through the hallway, and I rang the video doorbell.
A sultry voice crackled through the speaker a few moments later. "Can I help you?"
I flashed my badge at the lens. "I need to have a word with Jesse. We’re hoping he can help us with a case.”
I tried to sound as non-threatening as possible.
The woman hesitated a moment, then said, "He's not here right now.”
