“And this is Detective Jerome Hendrix.”He gestured to the taller, darker man beside him, who also showed his credentials.
“We’re looking for a Miss Sydney Cassidy.”
“That’s me,” she said, making sure she was wide-eyed and innocent.Maybe a little curious.
“We’re sorry to bother you,” said Detective Hendrix.
No bother at all.I was only ogling my murder buddy.That could wait.
“If it’s okay with you, we’d like to talk to you about Mitchell Grant,” Hendrix explained.
Her heart raced inside her chest.Nerves vibrated beneath her skin.She shifted her weight slightly and planted a fist on her hip to hide the shaking.Doing her best to appear pissed off but calm, she furrowed her brows.“What about him?”
“May we come in?”Detective Morris asked.
She glanced over her shoulder.Was Fink visible?She wasn’t sure if that was part of the plan.They hadn’t discussed whether his presence should be known or not, but she decided against allowing them entrance.“No.I don’t really have much to say about my former boss.”
“Former?”Detective Hendrix quirked a brow.
She nodded and folded her arms over her chest.“Yeah.I resigned last night.That place istoxicas hell.”
The two men exchanged a glance.
“Nancy, the office busybody, spread a rumor that I was sleeping with Mitchell.”She regretted the words as soon as they left her lips.She wasn’t supposed to give them details.Vague!She was supposed to bevague.
“Rumor?”Detective Morris repeated.
Sydney nodded.How was she going to get out of this?The finger wasn’t supposed to be pointed at her.Did she make herself a suspect?
Think.
“Yeah,” she huffed, desperately trying to lie—but wait?She didn’t have to.Fink’s instructions were for her to be as honest as possible.
Internally, she nodded to herself and regrouped.
“I was his secretary—whatever you want to call it.I think my official title was personal assistant.The fifth one, I might add.I stayed on the longest, but anyway.”
Morris scribbled in his tiny notebook while Hendrix studied her.
Keep it to the truth.
“That guy was a complete and total creep.He knocked up one of his side pieces and his wife within the same month.”She snorted and rolled her eyes in disgust.“Not to mention the woman he paid to have an abortion.”
“Side piece?”Morris repeated.
“He had three of them.”Sydney sighed.“I had to send them flowers and gifts and make sure his calendar didn’t conflict.Let me tell you, scheduling ultrasounds so they didn’t overlap was daunting.It was harder than myactualjob.”
Once again, the men exchanged looks.Hopefully, that was a good sign.
“Do you know the names of theseside pieces?”Morris asked.The words sounded awkward on his tongue.Obviously, it wasn’t a term he was accustomed to using.
“Not all of them.Just the one he knocked up.Kristen Spencer, his yoga instructor.”
Morris wrote in his tiny notebook.
“I was well aware he was a shithead.I wouldneversleep with that.”No.Her type was far more murderous, apparently.
She bit back her amusement and kept speaking.“But the office gossip.”She shook her head in disgust.
