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a cab back to my apartment and got to work on my computer. The first step was to see how much I could find out about Chloe Morrell and her family. Turned out it was pretty easy to find information about the company, but the family was more difficult. There were dozens of pictures of Chloe, most of them barely dressed. I even found a video of her and some guy fucking. From the way Chloe looked at the camera it was apparent she knew the camera was there. The guy’s face was kept in shadow the whole time, so I couldn’t make out his features. Chloe was on top, riding the guy hard, pinching her nipples, rubbing her clit. Other than the guy’s occasional moan he might as well have not been there.
    There were a few pictures of Mr. Morrell. In most he was shaking the hand of some businessman or woman, a big grin on his face. Except one. Mr. Morrell was in a more casual suit. It looked like his arm was around someone, but the picture was cut off at the person’s shoulder. Mrs. Morrell was nowhere to be found.
    County records confirmed that Mrs. Morrell left the dad and Chloe when Chloe was seven. Plenty of papers covered the news. Words like “disappearance” and “vanished” were later replaced with “left,” “took off,” and “abandoned.” One of the articles showed a homely little girl with short dark hair; she was crying. I zoomed in to verify that it was a photo of Chloe.
    I checked the online directory to see if Chloe had her phone listed. She didn’t.
    I changed my phone settings from show my caller ID to blocked and then dialed Morrell Banking Headquarters.
    “Morrell Banking. How my I direct your call?”
    “Hi, this is Samantha Goodwin from the Jasper County Newspaper in Biloxi, Mississippi. May I speak with Mr. Morrell?”
    “I’m sorry, he’s in a meeting.”
    They’re always in a meeting, I thought.
    “Uh-huh,” I continued in my thick southern accent. “Well, I wondered if he’d be so kind as to grant me permission to do a piece on his lovely daughter, Chloe.”
    “What kind of a piece?” the person on the other end of the line asked.
    “Oh, you know, the kind where we talk about the charities she contributes to, the amount of time she gives to those in need, stuff like that.”
    The female snorted. “You must be thinking of someone else. Chloe is a selfish brat.”
    “Can I quote you on that, ma’am?”
    “No. Shit. Listen, what do you want?”
    “Just a phone number so I can talk to her directly.” I waited, held my breath. The receptionist would be breaking all kinds of rules giving up the number.
    “Here it is.” She mumbled off the number.
    I was prepared and quickly wrote it down.
    “Thank you, hon. You have a—”
    The line went dead.
    I dialed the number she’d given me.
    “Hello.”
    “Is this Chloe Morrell?” I decided to keep my southern accent and the reason I was calling.
    “Yeah, who wants to know?”
    “My name is Samantha Goodwin. I’m with the—”
    “How’d you get this number?”
    “Oh, Chloe, I have my ways.”
    “Well fucking lose it, if you know what’s good for you.”
    “Did you threaten Reid before you killed him?” It was the first thing that popped into my mind. I didn’t think anything of it. But the longer Chloe waited to respond, the more suspicious I got. “Chloe, you there hun?”
    “What do you think you know?”
    “Let’s talk. We can exchange information. Sound good?”
    “Where? When?”
    I looked at the clock on the microwave. It was nearly eleven. “How’s four o’clock sound? We can meet at the Waldorf.”
    “If you want to talk it has to be private.”
    I quickly pulled up the room prices. The cheapest room was four hundred and fifty dollars. Holy shit. That was more than half my savings. “I’ll leave the room number at the front desk for ya, darlin’.”
    “Fine.” She hung up.
    I scrambled to find my purse. I needed to get to the bank for cash. I didn’t want to pay for the room on my credit card. I threw on