Page 14 of Twisted Lies 3
Bigsby stood up, fidgeting. “Will there be an issue with Ms. Michaels?”
“As I told you, I own both the company and her,” I stated without any emotion.
Bigsby smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Excellent. We’ll be talking, McKay,” he added before marching out.
I waited for the elevator ding, the signal that Bigsby was gone. “I should have known what that piece of shit was up to.” I slapped my palm down on the desk with a resounding noise.
Now Bigsby’s interest in Sin’s business made more sense. No one would ever suspect a naïve designer would be part of a sex-trafficking ring. Frankly, Bigsby’s plan was brilliant.
Ram trudged over to the bar. He poured a drink, a very strong one, and gulped it. “I seriously wanted to rip out his windpipe. That unscrupulous fuck is hiding Jeff’s location.” He squeezed the glass in his hand. “I swear, if Jeff killed my sister, I’ll . . .” His eyes took on a steely glint.
Ram had been blaming himself for her disappearance, for not stepping in when Lexis had gushed about the perfect guy she’d met at a party near campus. The guy, Jeff Barolo, had become Lexis’s boyfriend after dating her for only two weeks.
I tightened my fists. “Don’t even fucking think it.”
It was hard as hell to watch my level-headed friend slowly becoming emotionally unhinged. We both knew the odds of Lexis being alive were slim, but I was still optimistic. It didn’t matter that Lexis had made a lot of fucked-up decisions—dropping out of college and running away with Jeff. She didn’t deserve to die.
I strode from my leather chair to the bar, pouring myself a scotch. “We’re getting closer to finding Lexis—alive.”
Rocco chimed in with his brows knitted. “The sooner we find her, the better, bro.”
Kevin, my tech genius, burst into the room. “Listen to this. Bigsby just made a call,” he exclaimed excitedly, holding his laptop in one hand.
Ram’s eyes grew wide. “How the hell did you record it so fast?”
Kevin’s forehead creased into a frown. “I set up a fake cell phone tower, allowing me to spy on him,” he stated nonchalantly.
Rocco’s stoic expression turned grim. “We’re all going to fucking jail.”
Kevin squinted. “Only idiots get caught.”
“Will you two just shut the hell up?” I snapped. “Kevin, play it.”
Kevin pressed a key on his laptop.
Bigsby’s voice began. “Jeff, good news. I just made a deal with that bastard McKay.”
“Good. I’m tired of clients whining about needing new girls,” Jeff remarked.
“I’ll make arrangements to move the goods, but there’s only one loose end. I need you to break in to Sin’s house by tomorrow night and find that damn ledger. It’s the only leverage I still have on this city,” Bigsby finished.
“No problem. But what do you want me to do about Sin if she’s home?” Jeff asked.
“If she gets in the way, rough her up a little, but don’t kill her. I still need her alive,” Bigsby warned before disconnecting.
What the hell? Rough her up? Oh, fuck no.
I eyed Kevin. “I need answers now. What’s the connection between Sin and Bigsby?”
“I’m waiting for my informant to get back to me,” Kevin replied.
“You’ve been working on getting information for days. What’s the fucking holdup?” I mashed my lips together. “Call your connection. Triple the amount of money for a solid lead.”
Kevin’s mouth gaped open. “Shit. Triple?”
“Do it,” I responded in a deadly voice.
Kevin pulled out his cell and tapped it. “I need that info I requestednow,” he demanded to the person on the phone. “No more time. I don’t give a shit what you’re working on.” He peered at me, holding up four fingers.
