what I need to top off an already shitty week.”
“Maybe I should come with you,” Whisky said, as apprehension settled between her shoulder blades. Caleb and Sawyer in the same room was just asking for trouble.
“Yeah, might be a good idea. That way he can see for himself you’re alive and unscathed. For some reason the jerk always asks how you are.”
“ Baby,” she warned lightly. “Just hear him out and don’t make any trouble,” she told him as he pulled her to her feet.
“Yes ma’am ,” he agreed with a smirk that damned if it didn’t make her melt just a little bit.
They walked out into to the bar hand in hand, and she noticed Cindy hovering by the waitress station wearing an anxious look on her face. Throwing her a confident smile, Whisky stopped and asked if she’d bring over some drinks before following Sawyer to the table where Caleb sat, waiting.
“Sky,” he said, holding her gaze a moment too long for what would be considered polite. Beside her she could feel Sawyer holding himself in check, even though outwardly he showed no reaction.
“Hello, Caleb. What can we do for you?” she asked, ignoring the tension in the air.
“I just dropped by for a friendly chat.”
“How’s your investigation going?” Sawyer asked calmly.
“It’s been a little difficult, actually. “That’s why I thought I’d come by. It seems our victim’s phone and laptop have somehow mysteriously disappeared between him boarding his flight in France and arriving here.”
“That’s air travel for ya’. Always losing your stuff,” Sawyer said, looking up to thank Cindy as she deposited a tray of iced tea and beer on the table before them.
Caleb took an iced tea and ignored Sawyer ’s smirk as he picked up a beer, taking a long draw on the bottle as he waited for the detective to continue.
“So when you met Mr . Sorenson at the arrivals gate, did he have a laptop case with him?”
“Not that I recall,” Sawyer said amiably.
“That’s strange, because in the footage we managed to pull from inside the airport, he’s definitely holding what appears to be a laptop bag and talking on his cell phone.”
Whisky bit the inside of her cheek anxiously as she watched Caleb slid e a photo across the table toward Sawyer.
“The footage also suggested that Mr . Sorenson didn’t exactly look too keen to go with you…which is strange since you’ve stated you were there to pick him up.”
“He wasn’t aware of the change of plans. We had to inform him once we got there,” Sawyer shrugged, taking another mouthful of beer.
“If I had to speculate, I’d even go as far as saying, he looked downright afraid of you.”
Sawyer shrugged. “He wasn’t expecting a welcoming committee. Maybe he got freaked out by all the ink? Who knows, I wasn’t there to make the guy feel comfortable. I was simply there to–”
“Pick him up, yeah I know,” Caleb finished the sentence for him dryly.
“Did you know that the victim had a record?” Caleb asked, taking a long sip of his drink as he regarded them both across the table. “Apparently young Paul had a bit of a malicious streak. He tried to blackmail some rich society widow last year, but the charges got dropped and it all just went away once his daddy stepped in,” he paused, eyeing Sawyer thoughtfully. “I guess by now you know that his father’s a senator? Yeah, that’s a bit of bad luck really…for the club, I mean. Nothing like the son of an important public figure being murdered to draw some unwanted attention, is there?”
“Is there any point to all this?” Sawyer snarled.
“Well, it just got me thinking…Sorenson seemed to have some kind of talent in fashion design. Apparently he and your friend,” he slid his gaze across to Whisky briefly, “Bella Campisi, had a bit of a public feud happening according to interviews we’ve done with other students on campus.”
“Are you suggesting that we had this kid killed over some schoolyard
“Maybe I should come with you,” Whisky said, as apprehension settled between her shoulder blades. Caleb and Sawyer in the same room was just asking for trouble.
“Yeah, might be a good idea. That way he can see for himself you’re alive and unscathed. For some reason the jerk always asks how you are.”
“ Baby,” she warned lightly. “Just hear him out and don’t make any trouble,” she told him as he pulled her to her feet.
“Yes ma’am ,” he agreed with a smirk that damned if it didn’t make her melt just a little bit.
They walked out into to the bar hand in hand, and she noticed Cindy hovering by the waitress station wearing an anxious look on her face. Throwing her a confident smile, Whisky stopped and asked if she’d bring over some drinks before following Sawyer to the table where Caleb sat, waiting.
“Sky,” he said, holding her gaze a moment too long for what would be considered polite. Beside her she could feel Sawyer holding himself in check, even though outwardly he showed no reaction.
“Hello, Caleb. What can we do for you?” she asked, ignoring the tension in the air.
“I just dropped by for a friendly chat.”
“How’s your investigation going?” Sawyer asked calmly.
“It’s been a little difficult, actually. “That’s why I thought I’d come by. It seems our victim’s phone and laptop have somehow mysteriously disappeared between him boarding his flight in France and arriving here.”
“That’s air travel for ya’. Always losing your stuff,” Sawyer said, looking up to thank Cindy as she deposited a tray of iced tea and beer on the table before them.
Caleb took an iced tea and ignored Sawyer ’s smirk as he picked up a beer, taking a long draw on the bottle as he waited for the detective to continue.
“So when you met Mr . Sorenson at the arrivals gate, did he have a laptop case with him?”
“Not that I recall,” Sawyer said amiably.
“That’s strange, because in the footage we managed to pull from inside the airport, he’s definitely holding what appears to be a laptop bag and talking on his cell phone.”
Whisky bit the inside of her cheek anxiously as she watched Caleb slid e a photo across the table toward Sawyer.
“The footage also suggested that Mr . Sorenson didn’t exactly look too keen to go with you…which is strange since you’ve stated you were there to pick him up.”
“He wasn’t aware of the change of plans. We had to inform him once we got there,” Sawyer shrugged, taking another mouthful of beer.
“If I had to speculate, I’d even go as far as saying, he looked downright afraid of you.”
Sawyer shrugged. “He wasn’t expecting a welcoming committee. Maybe he got freaked out by all the ink? Who knows, I wasn’t there to make the guy feel comfortable. I was simply there to–”
“Pick him up, yeah I know,” Caleb finished the sentence for him dryly.
“Did you know that the victim had a record?” Caleb asked, taking a long sip of his drink as he regarded them both across the table. “Apparently young Paul had a bit of a malicious streak. He tried to blackmail some rich society widow last year, but the charges got dropped and it all just went away once his daddy stepped in,” he paused, eyeing Sawyer thoughtfully. “I guess by now you know that his father’s a senator? Yeah, that’s a bit of bad luck really…for the club, I mean. Nothing like the son of an important public figure being murdered to draw some unwanted attention, is there?”
“Is there any point to all this?” Sawyer snarled.
“Well, it just got me thinking…Sorenson seemed to have some kind of talent in fashion design. Apparently he and your friend,” he slid his gaze across to Whisky briefly, “Bella Campisi, had a bit of a public feud happening according to interviews we’ve done with other students on campus.”
“Are you suggesting that we had this kid killed over some schoolyard
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