The Billionaire's Heir by Michael Don Anderson

Author:Michael Don Anderson [Anderson, Michael Don]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Crimson Werewolf Limited
Published: 2018-12-23T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

I saw Beverly safely off in an Uber an hour and four drinks later. It wasn’t as late as I’d expected. Only because she’d been drinking especially hard. A rare night of cutting loose. Or so she kept saying. It was an excuse when she didn’t need one. Not with me. I knew she didn’t drink alone or at home. Not the way an alcoholic did.

I was one of the few friends she had that wasn’t work-related. Which meant she hadn’t been drunk in months. I was someone safe to lose control with. And something was bothering her. Something big. But she was too professional to share. The kind of work we both did took its toll. Hers more than mine. I’d call her tomorrow when she was sober and remind her of that.

Tonight, I still had work to do. I scrolled through my phone and called the Atlantic Street Revenants hotline.

“Atlantic Street Revenants. How many I assist you?” The woman who answered was pleasant. Good phone voice.

“Bianca Savage. I need to see Chilton tonight.”

She grew cool. Aloof. Angry. “I’m not sure our rake has time for you Miss Savage. What’s the nature of your business?”

“If I don’t see him tonight, I’ll make sure that the CIA hauls the entire coven in for failing to cooperate with law enforcement representatives.” It was an exaggeration. Beverly might be willing to stretch the law for me. But technically I was a private eye. Emphasis on ‘private.’

“Very well. Let me check his calendar.” She was even more pissed at me for threatening the coven. Not too angry to schedule a meeting with Chilton. But apparently I’d done something wrong since I’d met them. I didn’t ask what. That would come from higher up.

She came back, her voice clipped. “Shoreline Village in twenty. He’ll find you.” The phone went dead. I sighed. How to make friends and influence people Even sober I wasn’t very good at it.

Twenty minutes later I stood facing the ocean in Shoreline Village. Just south of Parkers’ Lighthouse. Waiting for Chilton as instructed.

“Miss Savage.”

I turned. The English rake approached with a small entourage. At his right was a handsome black man in his thirties. Behind and to his left, Bonnie, the flat-chested read-head from the nightclub. Dressed more casually, she looked like she was twelve. Shorter than I realized. Freckles. Probably turned when she was barely legal. Before a final growth spurt.

No sign of Dusty. But Rhoda was there, pushing past the redhead. And pissed as hell. “What did you do to him!”

Chilton turned to Rhoda and she flinched, taking a step back. Her lips pressed together in silence. Against her will. Not vampire magics. Just ordinary fear.

“Where’s Dusty?” I was disappointed the young vampire wasn’t there. We needed to have a talk. Cut off any budding infatuation before it got started.

Chilton’s expression tightened. He was better at suppressing his anger than Rhoda. But not completely. Good to know in case I ever needed to see if he was telling the truth.

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