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Lana had Iris’s other hand. “We tried. Let’s go make some Halloween decorations.”
As they were leaving, Cami heard Tonya say, “Ugh. So ready for Halloween to be over. All that spooky stuff scares me.”
Walking away, a wry smile turned Cami’s lips upward.
“I’m going to call Stryker and Harrison,” she whispered. “I’ve got an idea.”
Suddenly, Iris wasn’t crying anymore. She and Lana were both laughing.
“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Iris asked.
Cami giggled, too.
“Yep And this is sure going to be fun!”
Chapter 19
Isaiah smiled warmly as the woman approached.
Extending his hand, he said, “Ms. Bloom? So nice to meet you. I’m Isaiah Colton. These are my associates, Jack Kimble and Ace Riggs. Thank you for agreeing to meet with us.”
They were standing on the twelfth floor of a high-rise in downtown L.A. The sunlight was shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows that formed a glass wall to his right. The view of the city was quite impressive from up there.
“Of course. Anything for my niece. I’m so glad you caught me in the office, too. I don’t always work Saturdays, but we’re gearing up for a big launch so I’m putting in some extra time. Please, follow me.”
They left the lobby, went down a long hall that had lots of glass-walled offices, and entered the biggest one at the end.
“Please. Have a seat.” The woman motioned at the couch and chair that surrounded a coffee table. Ther were only two visitors’ chairs in front of her sleek, modern, white desk, so Isaiah figured she found the sitting area better—though it would be a tight fit for all three muscular men to sit shoulder to shoulder on the couch.
They squeezed in and made it work.
Once she was seated in the chair, Isaiah said, “Thank you for meeting with us, Ms. Bloom.”
“Please, call me Camille.”
He nodded. “Is Cami named after you?”
She smiled. “Yep. Well, sort of. She’s really just Cami. No i-l-l-efor her. But my sister—Cami’s mom—and I were very close.” A serious look shaded her face. “Is she okay?”
“Just fine, ma’am,” Isaiah said. “She gave us your info as we’re working for her. It seems someone is harassing her and we’re trying to talk to folks she knows to gain a fuller picture.” He instantly realized how that might have sounded and added, “Not as suspects. Just as people who can give us some background info.”
The woman sat up straighter.
She looked very dignified in her tailored, light-blue, double-breasted suit set and white blouse. The overhead light shimmered off the thin gold anklet she wore just above the tan pump on her right foot. “Someone is harassing my niece?”
“In her home. Yes.”
She looked shocked and then angry. “Did they hurt her? Why didn’t she call?”
It was Ace who responded. “She’s fine, ma’am. Not hurt at all. Just shaken.”
Jack nodded. “In all our years on the LAPD, we’ve never seen a case this odd.”
“You’re cops then?” she asked.
“Used to be,” Jack stated.
“So, private investigators?”
