While she rattled off the details of Laikyn Quinn’s most recent suitor, I listened with half an ear. I knew everything there was to know about Wes Carver. Just like I knew everything about Sean Strall and Aaron Middleton, the previous two men she was rumored to have dated in the past six months. We weren’t the only ones who’d gotten a candid glimpse at her everyday activities. Every gossip magazine and blog was splashing photos of Monica Quinn’s daughter and her newesthimbo, as Rhyan liked to refer to them.
“Is it serious?” Willy asked.
Rhyan rolled her eyes. “Doubtful. He’s Monica’s most recent attempt at marrying off her daughter now that she’s twenty-two and eligible for her inheritance.”
I cleared my throat to stop Rhyan. When she looked my way, I shook my head. I didn’t want that information to be passed around freely. The only reason Rhyan knew about it was that Jinx had been otherwise preoccupied and unable to keep an eye on Laikyn when I needed him to. I’d relayed as few details of the job as possible, but Rhyan was a nosy one. She didn’t like taking assignments without having all the information.
“Sorry, boss.” She set the iPad on the desk. “Anyway. She’s going to a party tonight with him at the home of his … uh …ex-girlfriend. Would you like me to check it out?”
“No. She’ll be fine for a night.”
“Got it.” Rhyan turned to Jinx and took his phone when he held it up. She glanced at the screen and began to read Jinx’s update. “The priest is in the clear. Victor Ingram took the fall for the assault. He’s looking at a year max.” She looked up at Willy. “Did you talk to him?”
“I did.” Willy ran a hand through his shaggy red hair and turned his attention to me. “He’s cool. Wants you to confirm you’re even.”
“We are. Once he serves out his sentence. But I’ll ensure he hears it from me.”
Jinx finished typing something else and passed the phone back to Rhyan.
“Father Andrew understands you’ll call on him for a favor in the future as payment,” she read aloud. “He wasn’t happy about it.”
Red Wally snorted. “The priest damn near beats a guy to death, asks you to cover it up, and he’s worried about paying the fixer? Figures.”
Rhyan continued as though he didn’t say anything. “And last but not least, with Jinx’s help, I was able to get detailed communications between Marcus Figueroa and Liam Dewhurst, proving their relationship is, in fact, real. His agent wants it kept under wraps, no matter the cost.”
Considering Marcus Figueroa was currently playing the role of a teenager on one of those kids’ shows and Liam Dewhurst was a forty-year-old sex addict who was arrested for beating his ex-wife several years ago, it made sense that his agent wanted to keep it on the DL. If word got out that Marcus was willingly hooking up with the man, the fallout would be grave.
“You three focus on that one,” I told Rhyan, nodding toward Red Wally and Willy. “Just give me updates when necessary.”
She nodded. “Cool.”
“You tell him about the new client yet?” Red Wally asked.
Rhyan’s eyes narrowed on him.
I leaned back in my chair and looked between the four of them. “What new client?”
When I met Jinx’s gaze, he shook his head. I didn’t know whether that meant he didn’t have any information or he simply didn’t want to share it with me. With him, it could go either way. We’d been in this business for so long that there were certain cases no one cared to talk about. When it came to the rich and famous and the shit they wanted to be buried, sometimes it was best not to admit to knowing a goddamn thing.
“Sally Elizabeth Warren,” Rhyan said, as though the name was supposed to mean something to me.
I shrugged. “What about her?”
“She’s having an affair with her stepdaughter.”
“So.” Aside from it being creepy as fuck, I wasn’t sure why I would give a shit.
“Her stepdaughter’s husband found out. He’s blackmailing her. Said he’d go to the media if she didn’t pay him a million dollars.”
“Considering she’s got a few dozen to spare, why doesn’t she just pay him?” Willy asked, frowning.
“A million a year for the foreseeable future,” Rhyan clarified.
I looked at Willy. “Who the fuck is she?”
“Remember that super hot chick from that one rock video?” Red Wally said.
Rhyan sighed. “She’s the girl who tied the cherry stem with her teeth and became every straight boy’s wet dream about a decade ago. A few years later, she was caught on camera with three girls and a guy in a scandalous orgy. They dubbed it theV-Squad.”
