Shit, shit,shit.
This was the privateinvestigator. The one from Guardian Angels Security.
The one Harmony Records hadhired.Andtold me would be in touch later.
Great. I wasn’t sure if thatwas better, or worse.
“Oh, uh. Right. Yeah, sorry,I was supposed to be expecting your call, wasn’t I?”
“I was given your contactinformation,” Fox confirmed.
Worse. Definitely worse. Ifonly because my dick was still really interested in every word Fox had to say.
Private investigators weren’t supposed to behot. This guy was supposedto be making me feel like a criminal, not making blood rush south.
“Mr. O’Rourke?” he askedwhen I was silent for a second too long. I was still trying to get my brain tocooperate with my mouth, despite the fact that my dick insisted on doing all thethinking right now.
The cute boy getting his asspounded on my laptop screen wasn’t helping.
“Please call me Quinn,” Imanaged, frantically wiping my hand clean so I could reach out and hit pause onthe video. I couldnotwatch this while I was trying to have asensible conversation.
Ihadto make a goodimpression on Fox. He’d been hired by Harmony Records to look into analbum leak, and I needed to cooperate with him if I planned on keeping mycontract.
“Quinn, then,” Foxresponded. “I hear you’re in a spot of trouble and you could use someone with akeen eye.”
“Something like that.”
I barely held in a sigh ofrelief as I hit pause and closed the lid, which I should have done in the firstplace. Why hadn’t I thought of that?
It’d been a long day. That wasmy excuse, and I was sticking to it.
“I, uh…” I continued, realizingthat wasn’t nearly enough information. “I have a problem.”
“I’ll try my best to have asolution,” Fox responded, practically purring. “Take your time. Start from thebeginning.”
Keep him talking, my braindemanded.
Stupid, horny brain.
Get it together.
Okay. Okay, I could handlethis.
“Well, I… umm, to start atthe beginning, I’m a musician.”
“I’ve heard something tothat effect from your record company,” he said.
Right. He knew exactly who Iwas, because they’d hired him. How stupid was I going to make myself sound today?
“Forgive me for beingunfamiliar with your work.”
I licked my lips. “Believe me, you’renot the only one.”
That was one ofmanythings I didn’tget about this. I was a nobody. My first album had crossed the sales thresholdmy contract stipulated by about ten copies.
I’d been lucky that some TVshow had licensed a song from the second one or I would have been kicked out onmy ass.
So why did Harmony care who’d leaked it? Itwasn’t as though they’d lost millions. I wasn’t worth much to them.
