Page 3 of The Beachside Cafe 3
She had Noah’s full attention. “Really? How?”
Jaymee considered whether she should tell the lawyer what Doug had been up to. After a few moments, she decided it was best not to mention the details. They needed to get through their investigation without hinderances that a lawyer – even a good one like Noah – might present.
“He used to work with Doug. Dylan Lianetti. We found his name in the files on Doug’s computer. Him with a few other clients that Doug might have been screwing over. People who have a reason to harm Doug.”
Noah looked fascinated. “Really. Wow. I never would have guessed. Doug didn’t seem like the corrupt type to me.”
Jaymee scoffed, shaking her head. “Me neither. Unfortunately, he had us both fooled.” She felt like a fool, too. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling.
“Don’t blame yourself for believing in the man,” Noah said. “I’m sure he had good qualities. You wouldn’t have married him if he didn’t. And I can assure you, you’re a fine judge of character. You’re smart. He was just a really good liar and you really loved him.”
Jaymee nodded, giving him a reluctant look. “Yes. I really did.”
Twenty minutes later, Jaymee was leaving Noah’s office, her cell phone pressed up against her ear, murmuring for Cameron to pick up. When he did, she launched into the information she’d just found out.
“What do you want to do?” Cameron asked.
“Meet me at the café on 9thand Jamison. We can think of a plan there.”
She hung up and moved quickly down the street, dropping her phone in her purse. She was within walking distance from the café and was there ten minutes before Cameron.
Jaymee’s impatience made her irritable and she fumed that he was taking so long. But the moment she saw his Jeep pull up to the curb, she felt better. She was anxious for him to get inside so they could brainstorm. She’d already thought of something and wanted to put it past him.
She met him at the door, practically hopping on her toes. “Cameron! Come on. I think I know what to do. Or at least, maybe we could try… come on, sit down.”
Cameron chuckled, giving her an amused look that made her heart do flips in her chest. She pushed away the feeling of attraction, tapping the table in between them.
“So I was thinking that since we know Dylan Lianetti works for IDL, I should set up an appointment with him.”
Cameron frowned. “What are you talking about? Why would you need to talk to him? And why would he bother to talk to you?”
Jaymee pulled her eyebrows together. “Are you questioning my investigative skills?”
Cameron blinked rapidly, his face relaxing into an amused look that made Jaymee’s heart skip a beat. “You have investigative skills?”
Jaymee gasped and slapped playfully at his arm. “Pay attention, please. This is not a joke. I am getting a divorce. I might not be exactly pleased with Noah’s services. I want to check out this Dylan. And if he gives off the right vibe, I’ll let him know I am Doug’s wife and see how he reacts to that information.”
Cameron nodded. “That’s all well and good. But you’re not going anywhere without me, least of all to the office of a man who might be an abductor, a mad scientist, a killer or all three.”
THREE
Jaymee looked up at the building. It was at least fifteen stories, by her estimation. She tilted her head and spoke to Cameron without looking at him. “I bet he’s making money hand over fist. This building only houses the rich and famous attorneys. I wonder why we’ve never heard of him?”
Cameron snickered. “Because we’re not often in need of a criminal lawyer?”
She looked at him with a smile. “You’re right. Well, let’s get this over with.” She adjusted the strap of her purse on her shoulder and straightened her business skirt, tugging it down a bit.
“You look fine, stop fussing,” Cameron said in a low voice as he pushed open the glass door for her.
She passed by him, winking. “You’re looking pretty good yourself in that suit. Sharp.”
Cameron adjusted his tie, grinning at her.
They walked together to the elevators, nodding at the security guards running the front desk. Cameron whistled under his breath when the doors opened. The inside of the elevator was as luxurious as the rest of the building. He looked around as they walked in.
“I never knew there could be a fancy elevator,” he remarked. “I’m surprised there isn’t a sink and a couch in here.”
“Right?” Jaymee agreed, stepping to the back and turning around while Cameron waited at the floor dial. “He’s on the tenth floor.”
