Page 75 of Detectives in Love
She smooths her hair and tucks her hands into her pockets, like she’s trying to look harmless.
“No need to be so hostile.”
I scoff. “You spread lies about me, and now you want me to cooperate?”
“There’s a lot of noise out there about you and Mr. Ormond. I’m just trying to get to the truth.”
“Yeah, I don’t trust you,” I mutter, patience thinning.
Selena smirks, like my anger amuses her.
“Maybe you should,” she says. “I’ve got something you’ll want to hear.”
“Not interested. Now please, just go.”
I try to leave her behind, but she steps in front of me, blocking my path.
“Aren’t you even curious how I knew where to find you?” she asks, still smiling.
I exhale, already tired of this back and forth. “I don’t know. Followed me from the café?”
“Not quite.”
Selena reaches into her purse, pulls out a small GPS device, and hands it to me. A red dot blinks on the screen.
I frown. “What’s this?”
“This is how I tracked you down.”
A chill creeps up my spine. “I don’t get it.”
“Neither do I,” she says, her tone turning serious. “But this thing pinpoints your location with scary accuracy.”
“Is this some kind of joke?” I narrow my eyes. “You’re invading my privacy—tracking me illegally—”
“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger.”
She pulls out a cigarette and lights it. A sharp cinnamon scent hits my nose.
“This showed up in my mailbox.”
I stare at her. “What do you mean, in your mailbox?”
“Exactly that.” She shrugs. “A few days ago, I got an anonymous package with this tracker.” She nods at the device in my hands. “Give me that interview, and I’ll tell you what the note said.”
“How do I know you’re not making this up?”
“Well, someone’s got you tagged, don’t they?”
Selena watches me, unblinking, a faint smile playing on her lips.
“So what are you suggesting?”
“You meet me, answer five questions. I hand over the note.”
“Five questions?”
“That’s it.”
