Dial A for Addison (S.A.F.E Detective Agency Book 1) by Piper Davenport & Harley Stone

Author:Piper Davenport & Harley Stone [Davenport, Piper]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-12-04T16:00:00+00:00

“Hey,” I said into my phone, feeling my cheeks burn from the stupid smile I couldn’t help. I slipped outside for some privacy. “How are you?”

“Good,” Asher said. “Addison said you picked out a dress for the dinner. I can’t wait to see you in it.”

Now if that didn’t turn me into a puddle of goo… “Yeah.” I bit my lip. “Thanks for that, by the way.”

“My pleasure. Trust me, Dylan, I’m planning on getting my money’s worth.”

“What?” I asked, sure I’d misheard him.

He chuckled.

I gasped. “Asher Allen, what kind of girl do you think I am?”

“The kind who is willing to get all dressed up in order to save me from dying of boredom at this dinner. Why? What did you think I meant by that?”

My cheeks burned. I cleared my throat, trying to think of a response, but came up with nothing. Thankfully Asher saved me.

“Oh, hey, I almost forgot why I called you,” he said. “I have a friend who’s a tax attorney. I showed her that spreadsheet and she confirmed that there’s definitely something fishy about it. She has a friend pretty high up in the IRS and has suggested to her that they audit the business.”

“What? Ohmigod, that’s great!”

A couple of mourners were smoking not far from me. They gave me weird looks so I turned back toward the building.

“Yeah, well, sometimes the IRS moves pretty slowly. I’m hoping they’re able to get right on this.”

“Me too.” Like, long before my case went to trial.

“I have to go meet with a client, but I wanted to call and share the good news. I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Thanks, Ash.” There were so many things I wanted to say, but even if I had the words, he didn’t have time. “This means a lot to me. I’ll talk to you later.”

I disconnected and headed back into the building, making a detour at the bathroom. When I went into the last stall, movement high on the wall caught my eye. A water bug shuffled forward a few steps then stopped—its path blocked by a large pipe. Thankful I was wearing flats, I climbed up on the toilet seat and plucked the little guy from the wall.

“Need some help?” I asked.

The bathroom door swung open and someone made a shushing noise. Since I didn’t want to be seen by any of the funeral goers, I ducked down—the bug still in my hands—and hid.

I heard footsteps walk the length of the stalls and then turn back. “Okay, it’s clear. Now we can talk.”

It sounded like Bonnie’s voice. Intrigued, I thought of the camera hidden in the folds of my blouse, wishing I could transport it to the outside of the stall.

“I did everything you asked,” a second voice said. A voice that sounded a lot like Michelle’s.

“Yes, you did. Then fate stepped in and taught us both a lesson, wouldn’t you say?” Bonnie asked.

“Did it ever,” Michelle agreed.

Paper rustled.

“Here’s what I owe you. Thank you,” Bonnie said.

More rustling.

“Thank you. I’m glad it all worked out for you.

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