Page 69 of Tangled
“So what now?” Scarlett asked.
“Now I get Luz settled wherever it is she wants to settle. Then I talk to Ms. Cowan. After that, I grab a hotel room for the night and put in a few more hours piecing this puzzle together. If everything goes as I expect it to, I’ll come back to Mystery Lake tomorrow night. We can develop a plan to bring Rathwell down.”
“I like the sound of that,” Scarlett answered.
“I have one more question before you get back to it,” Brad said.
“Shoot,” Jessica said, then added, “But talk fast, I hear Luz coming back up the stairs to the apartment.”
“Any signs of Jason Katz? He said he wants to find Gracie’s killer, like we do. I wondered if he’s taking an interest in your activities.”
“Hmm, excellent question. But you’ll have to ask the eye candy Chad assigned to me.”
“Tucker,” Brad said, then grimaced when Scarlett shook her head rapidly. “Um, I’m not sure I was supposed to tell you his name.”
Jessica chuckled, a throaty yet gleeful sound. “So that’s the infamous Tucker.”
Brad turned to Scarlett. “What am I missing?” he mouthed.
“Later,” she mouthed back.
“So you haven’t noticed anyone?” Brad asked.
“I noticedTucker. I figured if his job was to have my back, then he should have my back, and I left it to him to keep an eye on things. If anyone is trailing me—us—he’d be the one to know.”
“Okay,” Brad said, drawing out the word. He’d stepped into something, but he still wanted an answer to his question. He’d call Chad once they finished with Jessica.
“Luz is back, I’ll call you later,” Jessica said before ending the call.
Scarlett shut her phone down, then tapped the screen absentmindedly.
“What did I miss with the Tucker thing? Do I even want to know?” he asked.
“Sabina and Ava were telling her that she’s his type. She’s not interested, but I think Sabina might be playing matchmaker. Or if not matchmaker, trying to give the two of them a chance to have a little fun if nothing else.”
Brad made a face. “They’re working.”
Scarlett shrugged and shook her head. “Don’t even pretend that the way Sabina’s mind worksisn’ta mystery to most people.”
Brad laughed at that. “That’s fair. And now that you have an update and should feel settled for at least the next thirty minutes, how about we have some dinner?”
***
Brad rolled over in bed the next morning to find it empty. Jerking upright, he cocked his head, listening for any sounds coming from the bathroom. He’d hoped Scarlett’s morning sickness was fading, but maybe not.
When he didn’t hear anything, he swung his legs out of bed and rose. Grabbing a pair of sweats, he tugged them on before wandering out to the living room. Where he found Scarlett curled up on the couch, phone in hand and a steaming cup of, he presumed, tea beside her.
She looked up as he walked in and smiled. “Good morning.”
“Good morning to you, too. It’s early. Is everything okay?” he asked.
“It’s fine. I just couldn’t sleep,” she answered.
Well, there was only one way to fix that, but first, he wanted to brush his teeth, use the facilities, and grab a sweatshirt.
“Give me five minutes and I’ll make you some pancakes.” Before she could answer, he returned to his room and took careof business. “What are you looking at?” he asked, reentering the room and heading toward the kitchen.
“Tabitha Henderson. I’m Googling her,” she replied.
