Deadly. Set. Vegas. by Vanessa M. Knight

Author:Vanessa M. Knight [Knight, Vanessa M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781963575989
Publisher: Vanessa M. Knight

CHAPTER 24

Another plate of crab legs later, and Kennedy was pretty sure she’d need a forklift to get her back to Darcy’s house. She’d eaten more crab legs tonight than she had in her entire thirty-eight years of life. More than she ever needed to eat again. But they were right here, and so good.

“Did you want some more?” Pagonis seemed to be gloating as he compared his one plate of food to her two-plus.

“No.” Even the thought of more crab made her queasy.

“That’s good. I think they ran out.” He smiled, and then his phone buzzed. He looked down. “The video from the tram platform is here. Want to see?”

Kennedy pulled the chair to the other side of the table and inched her chair closer to his. “Absolutely.”

On the grainy video, the glass doors opened and Kennedy peered around the corner. It was blurry enough for her own face to be barely recognizable. Unfortunately, she’d lived it, so she knew what came next.

A fuzzy man— or woman— came up behind her and shoved her. Their jacket was nondescript. A hoody, maybe black. Black jeans. Nondescript shoes. Nothing that really stood out.

Pagonis sighed as the video clip ended. “That isn’t much help.”

“Next time I get pushed in front of a train, I’ll make sure to get their name and address first.”

“That would help. But if you could avoid getting pushed in front of a train, that would be great.” He smiled.

“Was that a joke, Detective?” She didn’t know he knew how to joke. But so far tonight he’d been full of zingers.

“I have a hell of a sense of humor, Romero.”

“You hide it well.”

Pagonis laughed. “Well, it’s hard to joke with the main suspect in a murder investigation.”

“Well, then it’s a good thing I’m not at the top of that list any longer.”

“True.” He nodded. “If you like my type of humor.”

Truth was she did, but one thing still bothered her. “But Darcy is on your list.”

“Yes.” He seemed to think about his next words. Some inner decision must have been reached, because he added, “But we have other leads.”

“Like?”

“We have a lead on one of the super fans.” He leaned sideways, and rested his arm along the back of the chair.

“Well, let’s go talk to him.” Kennedy thought about standing up and running for the door, but honestly, she was still waiting for that forklift.

Pagonis checked his watch. “It’s eight o’clock at night. We’ll go tomorrow.”

Eight. Talk about losing track of time. They needed to get as much information tonight as possible. At least Kennedy did. Tonight the delightful detective was playing nice, and tomorrow he could be back to asshole. “You’ll blow me off.”

He held up one hand and gave her the Boy Scout three-finger salute. “I promise to pick you up by car, bus, train, or plane and not blow you off.” If he wasn’t such an ass, the whole Boy Scout thing might be cute.

“Are you okay? I got your text.” Darcy whirled into the buffet dining room like a designer tornado.

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