Chapter 24
Ryan had just showered—again—and pulled on clean jeans and a T-shirt before heading next door when his cell rang. He looked at the readout. Walt. Of course. Probably more bad news. The man had been calling daily with updates on damage control. He knew agent had the publicity and image people working overtime to spin this and dump all the dirt on Marlo, but it wasn't happening fast enough to suit Ryan.
"I hope you have something good to tell me for a change," he growled.
"Working on it."
"What does that mean?" Ryan demanded.
"It means I have a private investigator digging into the episode to see if we can find someone who did or did not see you that day. Then I—"
"I told you I wasn't there," Ryan interrupted.
"I know, I know. But my image people tell me it would help their efforts if we had some actual proof."
Ryan felt his blood pressure rising. "So my word isn't good enough?"