Blonde Demolition by Redding Chris

Author:Redding, Chris [Redding, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Imajin Books
Published: 2011-11-09T00:00:00+00:00

Mallory took a shower. She needed the distance and the cold water to get back on solid ground. Her hormones in check, she wrapped herself in a robe she found and left the bathroom.

Trey sat at the desk, his bow tie loose and his shirt open. Stray bits of hair had come out of his ponytail and curled around his face. She could tell he'd run his hand through it a few times, a sure sign he was deep in thought.

Mallory settled on the bed and waited.

"I think we have what we need." A grin burst onto his face.

His gaze went to her face and then down her body. He nodded his approval.

She sensed that she looked like a side of beef to a hungry man. "Show me." She rose and crossed to him.

"This is a ledger of sorts. Payments."

She glanced over her shoulder. She couldn't hear anyone coming down the hall. It made her nervous. "You don't think he'll wonder where this is."

"He had three of them. This is the oldest."

"Where'd you find it?" She leaned over him to look at the abbreviations, times and dates. Nothing made sense.

"In a drawer."

"Locked?"

"Of course. He wouldn't put anything important in it otherwise."

"So do we go to your supervisor with this?"

"Greg Villa? No, I don't trust him. I know someone above him we can talk to."

"Wait a second. I get this. Name, time, date. Must be payments or pickups and drop-offs." She took the ledger from him and walked away. When she turned back to him, he'd been staring at her butt. He didn't have the decency to pretend otherwise. "Trey."

"What? You dress like that and expect me not to look?"

"Like what? I'm wearing more than most girls do to high school." She shook her head. She didn't want to lose the track she was on. "Don't leer. Look at this."

She set the book down, pointing. "Here it has a P, a few days later the same abbreviation and a D."

"Pickup and drop-off."

"Right. He's moving something around."

"Guns."

She stepped away from him. "You sound so sure. He wasn't into this before."

"He was. Well, just starting when you left."

"Damn. He's already got the connections with his import business. Lucky for him he's been importing and exporting products from the Middle East for years. You think he's been involved longer than we know?"

Trey leaned back in the chair, his fingers laced on the top of his head. The posture caused his shirt to open more, which revealed dark chest hair.

For a moment, her breath caught, remembering that chest against hers. She spun around and walked away to think. She shook her head to clear it. "Do you think we've been set up all along? I mean, even back before I left? Someone strung us along to look for him, but didn't want us to catch him because he really isn't the guy."

He smiled as if his star pupil had just figured out a difficult problem. "I had that feeling."

"Or did you know?"

Her anger spiked. How else has he lied to me?

"No, I didn't.

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