Double Trouble (Dev Haskell - Private Investigator Book 10) Read Online Free PDF

gone home and showered. I weighed those options and thought it might be more promising to climb back in bed with Heidi.
    An hour later and Heidi was in one of her cuddly moods resting her head on my chest. We were relaxing in the afterglow.
    “Say, don’t forget to call Royal Baker today,” she said running her finger back and forth on my chest.
    I was thinking there was a good chance there just might be another go-round with Heidi in my immediate future. “I already talked to him.”
    She stopped with her playful hand and sat up. “You did? When?”
    “This morning, you were still asleep and I didn’t want to wake you.”
    “You didn’t have any problem waking me up a little while ago.”
    “That was different. Besides you didn’t seem to mind.”
    “What did he say? Are you going to meet with him?”
    “I’ve got a 1:30 appointment.”
    She looked at the digital on her makeup table, it was just past noon. “Get out of here,” she said and started to push me out of the bed.
    “Relax, I’ll grab a quick shower and it’s a ten minute drive, if I step on it.”
    “You’re not going to see Royal Baker dressed in the same dreadful clothes you had on last night. Get out of this bed.”
    “Will you just relax?”
    “No, I will not, get dressed, go home and get cleaned up. I don’t want him thinking you were here last night and we were fooling around until early afternoon.”
    “It might be just the thing to get you in the door.”
    “Get out,” she screamed then climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom. When she came back out I was still lying in bed.
    She grabbed a white Terrycloth robe from the back of a chair and began pulling it on. “Dev, I’m not kidding. This is really important to me. I gave him your name, you have an appointment, now get the hell out of here and don’t screw it up,” she said then cinched the robe tightly around her waist to make her point.
    I got dressed and headed for her front door.
    “Call me when you’re finished, I want to hear all about it,” she said then clicked the lock behind me before I was even off the front stoop.
     
     
    Chapter Nine
     
    I got cleaned up at home. I couldn’t find the sport coat I had planned on wearing and so settled for a nice, conservative navy-blue blazer with brass buttons. I think it was the same style coat Peter Rabbit left on Mr. McGregor’s fence.
    Tri-Cort Services, Limited, was in a fairly new six-story building just off of I-94. I must have driven past the place a million times and never paid any attention. The building security desk was about fifteen feet inside the revolving door and situated in front of a wall mural that looked like a giant wiring diagram. The floor was a sort of buff colored glazed stone so shiny you could almost see your reflection. You had to pass in front of the security desk to get to the elevators. I told them I had an appointment with Royal Baker and I was to ask for Marilynn. I signed a roster, got issued a red and white visitor’s badge that I hung around my neck and then waited patiently in a comfortable leather chair.
    Marilynn arrived about five minutes later. She stepped off an elevator set just far enough away from the bank of five other elevators to suggest it was private. The other elevator doors were industrial brushed steel, but Marilynn’s elevator had brass doors embossed with a scene depicting trees and a sunset.
    She took three steps off the elevator then stood in a perfect “meet the queen” pose with her hands clasped in front of her and her right foot set at a forty-five degree angle behind the left. She wore an attractive, conservative suit and her hair was nicely styled. She had some sort of silver flower pin attached to her lapel and she looked all business.
    “Devlin Haskell,” she called and I felt like I had just been summoned to the principal’s office.
    “Yes,” I said half jumping up and hurrying toward her with my hand extended. “You must be