[Jordan Fox 01.0 - 04.0] False Truth by Diane Capri

Author:Diane Capri [Capri, Diane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery
Goodreads: 24819320
Publisher: AugustBooks
Published: 2015-01-27T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 11

Jordan collapsed on the bed of her hotel room, wishing for someone besides her father to comfort her. All his vulnerabilities only made her more protective. Claire? She was too involved with Salvador to be objective. Clayton? Seriously? Why did that name even pop into her head? He had a nice smile and a hot bod, but her relationship with him was strictly professional. Even Paul didn’t seem like such a bad idea right now, although when they were together she comforted him a lot more than he ever comforted her. Why hadn’t she seen things like that about him before he broke her heart?

Her phone rang. It was Clayton. Already? She fumbled over the phone and almost hung up instead of answering. “Clayton?”

“Jordan,” he answered professionally. “They made the call. They asked me to let you know.”

“What? I thought they were gonna practice some more.” She expected to have more time to process all of this.

“I guess they thought they were ready.” All business. Good. That’s all she wanted from him.

“So? Did they get him on the phone? Did he pick up?” Now that she knew it was done, she wanted details. Her heart was palpitating as fast as ever.

“Yes.”

“Did he agree to meet up?” She couldn’t get the questions out fast enough.

“They say he totally bought it. They have no reason to believe he didn’t think it was you.”

Jordan exhaled a thousand pounds of pressure from her chest.

“The call didn’t go perfectly,” Clayton said, a little less professionally than before. Maybe she heard an apology in there somewhere. Not what she was hoping for. She’d wanted a slam dunk.

Jordan tensed and her stomach flipped again. “I’m afraid to ask.”

“I guess Leslie let him haggle the deal a little.” Now he was tentative. Something unexpected was coming and it didn’t feel good already.

“Haggle? What’s that mean?” She jumped up and paced the room, unable to keep still as he trickled out the info.

“We—uh, he—he didn’t want to meet at the hotel.”

“Where are we meeting him?” Jordan’s voice squeaked.

“He’s cool with giving you the five-thou to get out of town.” Clayton avoided her question, which she took as another bad sign. “But he wants to do it on his turf. Not yours. He wants to meet you at a rave night tomorrow at ten o’clock.”

Jordan’s mouth dried up. “A rave?”

She squeezed her eyes shut. Raves were dangerous. One of her classmates had overdosed on drugs slipped into her drink at a rave. Two other guys she knew from college had to be hospitalized after raving all night. She’d seen plenty of pictures of raves, and even the photos scared her. Fraternity parties were nothing compared to the rave scene.

“He changed the location, too. Club Ecstasy in Centro Tampa. He said he’d wait in the second floor lounge near the men’s room,” Clayton said. “Which is both good news and bad news.”

Club Ecstasy was known for its wild parties, some lasting through the night. And Centro Tampa, just east of downtown, was one of the most dangerous parts of Tampa.

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