Calculating Desires (The Rockford Security Series Book 4) by Jones Lee Anne & Douglass Traci & Below Lindsay K

Author:Jones, Lee Anne & Douglass, Traci & Below, Lindsay K. [Jones, Lee Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-04-16T07:00:00+00:00

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The next afternoon, Alison burst into Faye’s apartment with her laptop under her arm. It was easy enough to dig into someone’s past—if you had the time, their name, and a steady internet connect. Right now, she had the first two, but not the third. Thankfully, that’s where her best friend came in handy. She plopped down on one end of Faye’s couch and fired up her computer again without so much as saying hello.

Faye, still in her PJs at nearly two in the afternoon., gave Alison a disbelieving look. “Um, what the hell are you doing?”

She remained focused on her task, clearing both of their names of any wrongdoing. “Cyberstalking someone.”

“Right.” Faye took a sip of her coffee, watching Alison over the rim. “And you feel the need to do that in my apartment why?”

“Ms. Baker doesn’t have the greatest Internet. Keeps cutting out all the time. And this isn’t exactly stuff I want to do in front of an entire café full of people.” She typed in new searches at lightning speed, speaking to Faye over her shoulder without really looking at her. “Did you find out anything from the other dealers?”

“Yeah, I did, as a matter of fact.”

She paused in her typing, finally glancing at Faye with a raised brow. “And?”

“And you know that creep who hit on you the other day? The one who wouldn’t let you leave? I found out he wins a lot, at all the tables. One of the gals said he’s there sometimes with another guy—blond, medium build. Not sure if you’ve seen them together at a table or not.”

“Huh.” After leaving Owen’s, she’d run the name she’d seen on his screen—Greg Walpole—and managed to match his face to the creep Faye mentioned. The partner thing, though, was new. Alison frowned and went back to typing. If Walpole was working with a partner, that would make sense. Two takes were better than one. And less suspicious.

“Want me to make some lunch?” Faye headed for the kitchen. “I need to eat before my shift at five.”

“Yeah, sure.” She kept her attention on her screen, scrolling through new data. “I could eat.”

“Omelet or salads?”

“Whatever.”

“Cool.”

Amidst the sounds of cookware clacking and food sizzling, Alison dug deeper into Greg Walpole. She started with social media—Facebook, Twitter, Instagram. You could live off the grid. Hell, she was proof of that. But most people liked to stay in touch. But after several minutes of looking, she remained empty-handed.

Faye returned and set a plate of veggie omelet and toast on the coffee table in front of Alison then took the seat beside her. “How’s it going?”

“Slow.”

“You should take a break. Eat your food before it gets cold.”

Alison wanted to keep working, but her rumbling stomach said otherwise. Reluctantly, she set the laptop aside and picked up her plate and fork. “Hey, I didn’t know you were into adultery.”

“What?” Faye halted mid-chew. “What are you talking about?”

“Your Rockford McHottie.” Alison dug into the creamy eggs and crunchy veggies, savoring the salt and greasy goodness and the spicy snap of the peppers.

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