To say a wave of relief washes over me would be an understatement. “He was there?”
“Looks like it. He’s also very grouchy,”he adds quieter.“Like very.”
“Okay. Thank you, Martin!” I say, sounding way happier than I was before. I can’t help it—the news of him spending the night alone in the office fills me with sunshine and rainbows.
“Alright, dear. Is there anything else I can help you with?”The humor is also back for him.
“Nope. I’m good.”
“See you soon then,”he says with a laugh and hangs up.
Feeling a thousand pounds lighter, I go to make myself a sandwich because my appetite is suddenly back, when my phone pings with a message.
I’ve got it.
I quickly reply.
On my way.
I fix extra sandwiches, stick them into a bag, add a bottle of water, and run downstairs where George is sitting in his favorite chair, reading a paperback book. He rises to his feet when he notices me.
“Mrs. King,” he says with a nod.
I place my hands on my hips. “Maeve, George. It’s Maeve.”
“Maeve,” he repeats with a warm smile. “Where to?”
“To meet Jeff. He has good news for us.”
The fresh photos are burning my hand.
For the past two days, I’ve been thinking how I could use these images to our advantage. I mean, just to throw them in his face probably wouldn’t scare the naughty inspector. People have sex all the time. Sometimes with hookers—who cares? That’s what he’d say back.
But I also found out that the inspector Boris is married into old money. That he himself came from nothing. Well, I didn’t find out about that myself, but I asked Noah what he knew about him. He quickly sent me a file with all the information I could possibly need. He said he already had someone looking into him.
So, a good question to ask Mr. Boris would bewhat would your wife think of these pictures? Would she like to see them?
Me explaining to him how his wife can be made aware of the existing pictures should ensure me a few minutes of his attention. If they’re using dirty tricks to keep the building from opening, I sure won’t feel bad using some good ol’ blackmailing back. I can almost imagine myself striding intothe city building, all guns blazing. Right into the inspector’s office.
I don’t want Ezra to get his hands dirty since it’s totally my idea, so I intend to do everything myself.
George parks in front of the building and walks around to open my door.
“Shall I go with you, ma’am?”
I consider his question for a moment. I could use a witness, but it’s for blackmail, so probably tainting this pure man’s soul is not a good idea.Hmm, a tough question.I’ll let George decide.
“Well, I’m about to do something illegal,” I start carefully, looking for his reaction. I get none.
“Will you need a cleanup service after?” he asks without blinking, and this is the first time I feel lost.What kind of services does he actually perform besides being a chauffeur?
“That depends,” I reply with a weak smile, playing into his scenario, still believing he’s joking.
“Then I shall accompany you. In case thedependsrequires my presence.”
I’m trying very hard to figure out if he’s joking or not but fall short. A tall man rushes from the door to us.
“You can’t park here, it’s the city building. Your car will be towed.”
