Page 11 of Lost in the Fog

Three other designers had been tapped to be involved themselves, and the fundraiser benefited the children’s wing of the city hospital, and the school was hosting it at a hotel downtown.

It was a community event, and Pandora was invited.

The ladies got up and went their separate ways. It was nice to have some time to herself. That thought cursed her. Her phone rang, she started the recording, and answered.

“Fog investigations. Pandora speaking.” She was walking down the sidewalk and keeping her senses open. Her car was four blocks away.

“Hello, I am calling from MacKinerny and Willis. We would like to meet with you on the possibility of surveillance on a man going through a nasty divorce.”

“When do you want to meet?”

“As soon as possible.”

“Address, please.”

He rattled it off, and she headed for their offices. “I should be there in ten minutes.”

“Thank you.”

She hung up and changed direction, heading for the law offices. It was looking like she had a date of sorts.

Pandora had grabbed a cake from Regis’s bakery and then waited for the cover of sunset. It was too bright for summer evenings, so it was as good as she could get. The car she was looking for was in the parking lot of the strip club. She got photos of the car via her necklace and went to the back door, knocking and smiling. “Hey, I have a delivery for the boardroom? I think? I mean, it is a weird place to send a cake, right?”

The guard at the back said, “Who is it for?”

“Mr. Sakendar. Bobby Sakendar?”

He blinked. “Are you sure?”

She held the cake down, and it was visible through the viewing window. “I dunno. I have issues with cursive.”

He looked at it and jerked back. “Mr. Sorrow. Right. Down this hall, up the stairs. Hell, I will come with you.”

“Thanks. This place is like a maze, and I haven’t been here since it was under new management.”

“You have been here before?”

“Sure. I used to deliver cupcakes to the dancers on birthdays.”

“Shit. That was you. Hey, I don’t suppose you have any cupcakes in the car today?”

“Not today, but I can arrange something later in the week. What’s your favourite flavour?”

They chatted as they walked behind the scenes, and a new guard took over the back door. He smirked. “Not vanilla.”

“Why not? It is a solid base, and it opens the door to all kinds of options with a safe place to return.” She grinned. “Just because you start there, you don’t have to stay there.”

He froze in his tracks. “That is an interesting thought.”

“I have it on a t-shirt.”

He chuckled, and they continued up to a quiet part of the business with an overlook to the floor. He knocked on the door, and when a voice called, “Come in,” the door opened.

Pandora walked in with the cake and looked around at the room full of scowling alphas. There was the one she was looking for, and he was sitting with his little companion on his lap. “I have a cake here for a Mr. Sorrow?”

The man with the beta pet raised his hand and frowned. “That is me. Where are you from?”

“Someone ordered it from Regis Bakery. I just got tapped to deliver because you guys don’t freak me out.”

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