The Widow File by S.G. Redling

Author:S.G. Redling
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mystery, Fiction, Suspense, Thrillers, General, Thriller
ISBN: 9781477808610
Publisher: Thomas & Mercer
Published: 2013-11-05T06:00:00+00:00

Choo-Choo watched what he could from his bad angle. Maura on his left had made herself very comfortable against his hip and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying the attention her fingers were giving the soft skin on his back below his waistband. He continued with his tale of good fortune, some ridiculous confection of inheritance and invitations to royal functions on private islands. He knew the trigger words to keep women like this engaged. When Maura’s middle finger took an adventurous turn south, Choo-Choo realized he was going to have to make a clean break soon or someone would create a scene and, based on her apparent familiarity with the terrain, he worried that someone might be him.

“Damn it,” he whispered in Maura’s ear, not trying very hard to hide a sigh of pleasure. “My phone. Hold that thought.”

Choo-Choo pulled his phone from his back pocket, tensing as he saw Tom look out from the booth and scan the room. He typed, “STILL HERE. CAN’T SEE WHO HE’S MEETING. DON’T KNOW IF I CAN FOLLOW WHEN HE GOES.”

His phone beeped back in seconds. “OK LEMME KNOW WHEN HE LEAVES. ALMOST DONE. MEET AT MILUM BAR?”

In his distraction Maura and the other one—Lily? Lilah?—seemed to have worked out a plan. He nearly tossed his phone into his champagne as now two hands worked discreetly and in tandem on one narrow band of his anatomy. He knew from experience there were far worse ways to spend an evening. He also knew this evening would probably not be one of those nights.

“You’re going to hate me.”

“We could never hate you, Sinclair.” Lily/Lilah nipped at his lower lip.

He brushed his lips across her temple, watching as someone climbed from the booth in the back. Not Tom. This man was younger, with an unfortunate haircut and eyes so squinty with emotion Choo-Choo wondered if he’d been crying. Choo-Choo whispered silly words of admiration into the woman’s hair as he watched Tom watch the young man leave. Another set of shoes appeared at the edge of the booth but before he could see a face, the group of martini drinkers beside them finally broke their stalemate of rage. One shoved another, shouts and grunts pounded out from the group, and an ineffective tussle flared up and died out as soon as it started. It took only minutes but by the time the bartender threw out bar towels for the mess, Maura’s hand was gone from his ass and Tom was gone from the booth.

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