Eeny Meany Miny Die (Cat Sinclair Mysteries) Read Online Free PDF

was with someone, he gave her one hundred percent of himself. He said all the right things and showered her with gifts—flowers, jewelry, perfume. It would have meant so much more if he hadn't stolen them.
    Our relationship hadn't lasted, but our friendship did. When we parted, there were no bad feelings, although he had seemed baffled as to why the "Ev-ster" was getting dumped. He'd tried to get me into bed several times afterward, but I only succumbed once and that was because I'd had several Tequila Slammers over my limit.
    "I need your help, Evan," I said, trying to sound grown-up so he'd take my request seriously.
    "Anything for you, Catwoman," he purred into the phone.
    "I'm a private investigator now and—"
    "No shit! Cool."
    "Yeah. And I need someone in L.A. to check out a couple of things for me. It won't take long."
    "I could be your man. What's in it for me?"
    "Is my undying gratitude enough?"
    "Only if you're coming to L.A. Phone sex doesn't do it for me, Gorgeous." He sounded absolutely serious.
    I laughed to relieve the tension. Maybe asking an ex for help wasn't a great idea. "Cold, hard cash then."
    "Sign me up. What do I have to do?"
    I gave him the address for DataSync and asked him to check it out. "Find out what the company does, who's in charge, that sort of thing."
    "You want me to turn up the bullshit meter? I can do that."
    "That's why I called you, Evan. You're a natural."
    I gave him the details and he promised to let me know what he found after visiting their downtown office the next day.
    Will poked his head round my door, a grin from ear to ear.
    "What's so funny?" I asked.
    "You. You're working. I find it strangely sexy."
    I threw a pencil at him. "Only you would find work a turn-on."
    He came inside and spun my chair around to face him. He bent to kiss me on the neck and I tipped my head back and arched forward. "Maybe you should get glasses," he muttered in my ear. "And wear short skirts. Oh yeah, now that would be sexy."
    I punched him lightly on the arm. "Let's go. I'm starving."
    On the ride home, I filled him in on my background check.
    "So Mr. Karvea has been a naughty boy," Will said. "Sounds promising for Jenny. If she can show the police that it happened to others, she'll have a better case."
    My apartment building squatted in the heart of the mixed-class suburb of Flemming, a ten-minute drive northwest of Downtown Renford. It consisted of a single bedroom, small kitchen, and a bathroom so tiny my knees hit the under-sink cabinet when I sat on the toilet. There was nothing remotely interesting about it, except that it attracted a lot of attention from the neighbors when it was set on fire. I'd tried different decorating styles in the seven months I'd lived there, finally settling on minimalist because I ran out of money. After my decorating dilemma, I discovered that less furniture meant less clutter, which gave the appearance of cleanliness if not the actuality of it.
    It was one of eight in a cream brick building housing an eclectic mix of tenants. I liked them and I liked the area, and I definitely liked the cheap rent, but I was getting tired of living like a sardine. Listening to the mad Russian who lived above me wasn't much fun either. He had a habit of shouting into his phone in the mother tongue so I couldn't even eavesdrop on his conversations. Not to mention the way he clomped across his uncarpeted floor. I lived the expression "waiting for the other shoe to drop" most nights as he undressed to go to bed.
    One day I hoped to have enough money to buy a bigger place of my own, maybe even something with a back yard. That's if I could save enough for a deposit. My spending habits hadn't been informed of my savings goal and my bank balance hovered around zero way too often.
    Will cooked pasta with a basil pesto sauce and we sat at the small dining table in the lounge with The Voice providing background noise to our mealtime chatter. I told him more about Jenny, but he took that