Page 130 of Chandelier Enthralled
“How about the police report?”
She waved that off. “The invitation is a curated list. But I managed to get Chloe in.”
“Chloe?”
“You’ll be going with her.”
I tried to act nonchalant despite knowing that my co-worker hadn’t mentioned anything about entrapping a man for a story—myGreyson.
Well, not technically mine, but close enough. I’d been to his house, and we’d chatted over tea. He’d hugged me and made no advances. We were clearly best friend material.
Even if I had wanted more.
“After Greyson makes an appearance at the hotel, he’ll slink back off to the Hollywood Hills.”
“You believe he killed her?”
“He’s a man with questionable tastes. Into power play and control.”
“Right.” I quickly added, “I didn’t know that.”
“The event is this Friday night.”
“The hotel?”
“Beverly Majestic. You’ll attend the opening so wear a gown.” She strode back around to the other side of her desk.
“Right.”
There was a deliciousness to her power, to her darkness, and I’d gotten a taste of it back at Pendulum.
She gave me a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “What are you working on?”
“It’s not ready yet.”
The weight of her gaze caused me to shiver.
She continued, her voice stern. “You’re destined for exciting opportunities. We both know that.”
“I’m willing to work for it.”
“You’ll work for it, all right. Now tell me more.”
“A journalist turned up dead after he was witnessed getting into a car with Lance Merrill.” I watched her reaction. “Soon after, Merrill died, too.”
It was her turn to freeze. I saw her eyelids flicker, proving I’d hit a nerve. “What witness?”
“Working on it. I have something newsworthy.”
She bristled. “What do you have so far?”
“Minor details.”
She was silent for a few moments, and I felt the tension in the air. “Interesting.”
“Hersey got too close to something important.”
“Email me everything you have on this.”
