Page 62 of Chandelier Enthralled
“If you call yourself a serious journalist, you’ll work that out.”
“What’s your last name? Are you related to him?”
“No.”
My intuition kicked in and I ran with it. “He was your boyfriend?”
Chad looked surprised and then a look of regret crossed his face.
“You followed Dean?”
“I thought he was cheating, but he was working.” Guilt flashed in his eyes.
“You thought he was meeting another man?”
“He was acting strange. But now I realize it was fear.”
I swallowed hard at that. “My brother Cameron is a psychiatrist. He’s a good man.”
“Dean got too close to something.”
“To what?”
“Prove I can trust you.”
“Maybe I can ask my brother if he’s heard that name. Maybe he can shed some light on this. But I can assure you, he would never harm anyone.”
“Right, because he has people who do that for him.”
My jaw dropped at his arrogance. “I’m offering to help.”
“You’ll bury the truth.”
“Why do you think I want to work here?” I said sincerely.
He held up another photo. “Your brother’s friends coming out of a club. Dean took this a month before he died.”
There they were again in another photo: Three handsome friends. Atticus, Jake, and Greyson, each dressed in sleek black tuxedos, an image so perfect it could’ve graced the cover of a magazine. They exuded charm, glamour and effortless allure.
Greyson looked so damn handsome I couldn’t drag my eyes away.
Just behind them, looming tall and imposing, was a grand, intricately carved door. The question hung in the air:Where did it lead?What lay beyond that threshold, hidden from view, waiting to be discovered? What did they do in there?
That, too, piqued my curiosity.
“Where is this?” I asked.
“Dean traced Lance Merrill there. And followed him from that place to his yacht in Marina Del Rey.”
“What do you know about the place?”
“Nothing, but there’s something nefarious happening there.”
The thought that my brother knew about any of this scared me. Their behavior could rebound onto him, onto my family. It could affect the business. Affect everything in our universe.
“Have you visited the place?” I asked.
“There’s no record of it.”
