“What? When?”
The clerk smiled and shrugged as Milo went to the door, looking smug as he glanced back at me.
Oh, yeah.
There was more to this guy than met the eye.
And that’s why I made one stop on the way home, finally getting myself a working laptop.
Because I needed to figure out who, exactly, this Milo “Grant” was before things went any further.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Milo
“Two hundred and twenty-eight steps,” I grumbled when I reached the top of the damn lighthouse where Remo demanded we have our meeting.
“Weather was shitty this morning. You couldn’t get your run in. Figured you’d like the workout,” he said, turning from the view from the cage to look at me.
“Fucking hate stairs,” I admitted, my chest still feeling a little tight from the trek up the tallest lighthouse in the state.
“Noted,” he agreed, not looking the least bit apologetic. “How’d it go last night?”
I hadn’t been able to make contact with Roe again. Her lounge was busier than usual thanks to some concert that brought a bunch of people to town.
I’d spent the night instead at the casino itself—having a few drinks, making a few bets, being seen in case Frank was watching.
“His men are always watching,” I told Remo. “Seems like he’s got four or five real close guys that aren’t usual casino security.Their focus isn’t so much on the whole pit; it’s on just a handful of people.”
“Were you one of them?”
“Seemed like I had the eye of one of them. Which makes me think Frank put him onto me. It wasn’t like I was winning big or anything.”
“He didn’t make contact?”
“No. I didn’t even see him last night.”
“He was probably in his office in the back. Seems like he spends a lot of time there. Which is why I’m hoping you’re right about your girl. She would easily have access to all those spaces we could never get close to.”
“I’m right about her.”
She needed the money.
She hated her boss.
There was no reason not to trust her.
“Are you now?” Remo asked, shooting me a strange look.
“What’s that mean?”
“Monroe London, she’s gorgeous.”
“Yeah, and? That’s part of what makes this work. Frank is infatuated with her.”
“And you?”
“And me what?”
