Chapter 103

“What I said. They weren’t there. And before you ask, yeah, I went through the whole place, all the outbuildings… and nothing.”

“They let you in?”

“Yeah. Didn’t ask for a search warrant or nothing.”

Shit! Could the bitch have been warned? For a second, Eric thought he was having a heart attack. The pressure on his chest felt as if an elephant were sitting on it.

“Uh… Mr. Jameson? Was there anything else you was wanting me to do for you?”

“No.” He barely got the word out. “No.”

“Well then, I’ll just say good night.”

With contained movements, Eric shut his phone, replaced it in his pocket, and reached for the leather folder. On autopilot, he added up the charges, calculated the tip, and then took out his wallet and removed a platinum credit card.

He’d call Holmes as soon as he got back to his motel room. He couldn’t take the chance of having that call overheard.

And if he ever got his hands on that fucking bitch…

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