yes, that.” Sara did her best to convey disinterest.
Beverly pinched her eyes tight for a second, compressing her brows slightly with the expression.
“Yes, Edward did call.” Sara didn’t add that the man had been a mess when he had done so. “Robert was murdered.”
Beverly let out a puff of air and leaned forward, elbows on her desk and her chin resting in her hands. “First Cindy and now Robert.”
“I thought Cindy committed suicide?”
“Ah, yes, well, she did, but some people around here talk.”
“You don’t think she killed herself?”
Beverly looked beyond Sara. “There would be a lot of people willing to kill her.”
The cold glint in the receptionist ’s eyes chilled Sara. Reflecting back on their previous interactions, paired with their newfound knowledge, the darkness had been there all along.
“I thought it would be nice to go for lunch with you,” Sara said. “My treat.”
“Mrs. Mc—”
“Sara, please.”
“Sara.” Beverly smiled. “That would be really nice, but I’m not sure why you’d want to have lunch with me.”
“Sean and I were at Cindy’s flat and we found something. Now, we’re not quite sure what to make of it.”
“Oh? What is it?”
“Just some information on a data stick. You said you used to be her assistant, right?”
Beverly straightened. “Yes, I was.”
Sara smiled. “Perfect then.”
“I’m not sure if I can get away.”
“Nonsense. I’m the boss lady, really, aren’t I?”
“Yeah, I guess you are.” Beverly passed off another cool smile.
“I’ll be back then. One o’clock okay?”
Beverly nodded.
Sean stood at a newspaper vending stand outside the front doors of Universal. He watched Sara come over. She had this look on her face that made his insides bunch into a knot. She was apprehensive. Maybe they shouldn’t have provoked a potential killer.
She touched a finger to her right temple—the sign that everything was a go.
Now he just had to wait to see if Beverly took the bait.
After ten minutes, Beverly came outside in a brisk walk, a cell phone held to her ear. Sean couldn ’t make out what was being said and he had to be careful not to be too obvious. He couldn’t risk being spotted. He lifted the magazine that much higher, only his eyes were above the page.
“Hey, are you going to buy that?”
Another second later. “Sir?”
Sean took one last glance at Beverly. She was getting into a company car. Not long after, it was on the move. His stomach lurched again as Sara’s followed behind.
He had to trust her. She was a cop before they met, and she had risked her life for the badge many times. Why was it so different now that she was his wife?
He felt the grip on his forearm and looked to see a man of shorter stature staring at him, his face set in a scowl.
He jabbed a meaty finger at the magazine. “You buy?”
Sean pulled out a twenty and handed it over.
“I’ll get change.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Thank you.”
Sean nodded, his mind on Sara as his cell phone rang. It was her.
“It worked, darling,” she said.
“Just be careful.”
“Always.” She fed him the directions.
He got into another company car. “I’m right behind you.”
What Can We Fix For You Today
SARA WATCHED BEVERLY HEAD INTO a Starbucks. She wanted to ignore the warning in the back of her mind that cautioned not to go in after her until Sean arrived.
She noticed the random glimpses of the driver in the rearview mirror. No doubt he wondered why they were just sitting there. She divided her attention between him and Starbucks. Jordan Reid could be inside already. What ’s to say he hadn’t gotten there first? But she had promised Sean she’d wait on him. He shouldn’t be too far behind.
“What’s your name?” she asked the driver.
His blue eyes reappeared in the mirror. “Marcus.”
“I’m Sara McKinley.”
“McKinley?” Crease lines spread out from his eyes.
Sara looked
Beverly pinched her eyes tight for a second, compressing her brows slightly with the expression.
“Yes, Edward did call.” Sara didn’t add that the man had been a mess when he had done so. “Robert was murdered.”
Beverly let out a puff of air and leaned forward, elbows on her desk and her chin resting in her hands. “First Cindy and now Robert.”
“I thought Cindy committed suicide?”
“Ah, yes, well, she did, but some people around here talk.”
“You don’t think she killed herself?”
Beverly looked beyond Sara. “There would be a lot of people willing to kill her.”
The cold glint in the receptionist ’s eyes chilled Sara. Reflecting back on their previous interactions, paired with their newfound knowledge, the darkness had been there all along.
“I thought it would be nice to go for lunch with you,” Sara said. “My treat.”
“Mrs. Mc—”
“Sara, please.”
“Sara.” Beverly smiled. “That would be really nice, but I’m not sure why you’d want to have lunch with me.”
“Sean and I were at Cindy’s flat and we found something. Now, we’re not quite sure what to make of it.”
“Oh? What is it?”
“Just some information on a data stick. You said you used to be her assistant, right?”
Beverly straightened. “Yes, I was.”
Sara smiled. “Perfect then.”
“I’m not sure if I can get away.”
“Nonsense. I’m the boss lady, really, aren’t I?”
“Yeah, I guess you are.” Beverly passed off another cool smile.
“I’ll be back then. One o’clock okay?”
Beverly nodded.
Sean stood at a newspaper vending stand outside the front doors of Universal. He watched Sara come over. She had this look on her face that made his insides bunch into a knot. She was apprehensive. Maybe they shouldn’t have provoked a potential killer.
She touched a finger to her right temple—the sign that everything was a go.
Now he just had to wait to see if Beverly took the bait.
After ten minutes, Beverly came outside in a brisk walk, a cell phone held to her ear. Sean couldn ’t make out what was being said and he had to be careful not to be too obvious. He couldn’t risk being spotted. He lifted the magazine that much higher, only his eyes were above the page.
“Hey, are you going to buy that?”
Another second later. “Sir?”
Sean took one last glance at Beverly. She was getting into a company car. Not long after, it was on the move. His stomach lurched again as Sara’s followed behind.
He had to trust her. She was a cop before they met, and she had risked her life for the badge many times. Why was it so different now that she was his wife?
He felt the grip on his forearm and looked to see a man of shorter stature staring at him, his face set in a scowl.
He jabbed a meaty finger at the magazine. “You buy?”
Sean pulled out a twenty and handed it over.
“I’ll get change.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Thank you.”
Sean nodded, his mind on Sara as his cell phone rang. It was her.
“It worked, darling,” she said.
“Just be careful.”
“Always.” She fed him the directions.
He got into another company car. “I’m right behind you.”
What Can We Fix For You Today
SARA WATCHED BEVERLY HEAD INTO a Starbucks. She wanted to ignore the warning in the back of her mind that cautioned not to go in after her until Sean arrived.
She noticed the random glimpses of the driver in the rearview mirror. No doubt he wondered why they were just sitting there. She divided her attention between him and Starbucks. Jordan Reid could be inside already. What ’s to say he hadn’t gotten there first? But she had promised Sean she’d wait on him. He shouldn’t be too far behind.
“What’s your name?” she asked the driver.
His blue eyes reappeared in the mirror. “Marcus.”
“I’m Sara McKinley.”
“McKinley?” Crease lines spread out from his eyes.
Sara looked
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