bodies—image.
Phew. She fanned her shirt away from her skin. There she went
to sweating all over again.
She couldn’t like him, couldn’t be attracted to him, couldn’t
anything in regards to Jude except make him pay and pay dearly for what he’d
done to Mandy.
“What’s wrong?” Cassidy asked, watching Avery way too closely.
“Nothing.” She glanced at the remote in Courtney’s hand. “Start
the movie.”
“Not a movie. Surveillance of that guy in Boston we were
contacted on last week.”
Avery’s brows knotted together. “You hired a local P.I. to get
the goods on him?”
“Yep. He thinks I’m the expectant mother of dude’s child and
that I want to see what kind of daddy he’ll make before risking bringing him
into my little one’s life.”
“Isn’t that hitting it a little too close to the truth?”
Courtney shrugged. “Nah. Aidan doesn’t suspect anything. He
sent this to the PO Box in Boston like instructed and I had Ginny Stringer, you
remember Ginny from university?” They all nodded. Ginny had been one of their
first clients after she was date raped by a campus dickhead. The popular guy
got off scott -free, but Ginny had dropped out of
school due to the cruel treatment she received on campus. TGEA reaped a justice
far more suiting than anything the legal system could have dished out. “She
works for the Post Office there and had it over- nighted .”
“What’s on the tape?”
Courtney shrugged. “Aidan just said I should watch it and then
make up my own mind. He emailed a detailed report on everything he discovered.”
“That’s two times you’ve said his name,” Avery pointed out,
wondering at the light in Courtney’s eyes.
“He’s the P.I.”
Avery curled up on the sofa and watched. She had to give the P.I.
credit. He’d done a thorough job and the video footage was excellent. The mark
was a total sleaze and apparently thought nothing of having a different woman
every night despite the fact his long time live-in girlfriend was pregnant. The
girlfriend had been the one to request TGEA’s services. She’d wanted to know if
he was cheating on her or was she just being paranoid like he accused?
So much for paranoia.
“This P.I. is good.” The footage was concise, to the point. “Does
he do anything outside the Boston area?” Avery asked. From time-to-time they
subbed out investigative work to locals. Good P.I.’s were hard to come by.
“Mostly just local stuff. He does travel some, though, because
that’s how I originally met him. I think he’s a single dad. He had a picture of
a little girl on his desk.” Courtney looked distracted and she ran a finger
through her spiky white blond hair. “I should check on that.”
“You were in his office? Met him face-to-face?” Sometimes Courtney
and Randi took too many chances with protecting their identities.
“Hel-lo.” Courtney rolled her eyes. “He thought I was pregnant
with jerk-off here’s baby.”
“You were in disguise?”
Courtney nodded and made a round belly motion. “I was a
brunette when I went to his office.” She gave a duh look, then waggled her
plucked brows in a pure Courtney move. “Otherwise, he might have recognized me
from the night I slipped him the magic pill.”
“What?” Avery and Cassidy both asked at the same time.
Courtney waggled her brows again, but Avery didn’t quite buy
her devil-may-care-attitude. “He’s the one I used the magic pill on.”
“Oh my gosh, Courtney.” Cassidy shook her head. “What were you
thinking?”
She shrugged. “That I wanted him to keep it up all night. We
were going to have sex anyway, so it’s no big deal.”
Avery groaned. “You drugged the man.”
“Believe me, he wasn’t complaining.” Courtney looked pleased at
whatever memory ran through her mind.
Cassidy giggled. “Did the pill work?”
“Oh. Yeah.” Courtney made the words stretch out with emphasis.
Good grief. “Was this before or after you hired