Page 8 of A Dirty Business
That made him laugh harder, and he leaned forward, shaking his head. “You want her to know you own Katya?”
“Weown Katya.” It was our club, his and mine. Ashton had his family, too, similar to mine, but Katya was one of our endeavors that had no connection to either of our families. We wouldn’t allow it. If anyone tried to push in, it would be an internal war.
“Yeah, yeah. You know what I mean.”
Did I want her to know? No. “Call Anthony. Tell him the arrangements. I don’t want her to know, not yet.”
Ashton was pulling out his phone as my own began buzzing. It was our PI.
I answered. “You have something more on her?”
“She bowls.”
I frowned. “Bowls?”
“You wanted the file quick, so I didn’t get it in there, but every Sunday, her and her roommate go to Easter Lanes. It’s almost a religious event.”
That ... was helpful. “When do they go?”
“They’re there by six, play till eight, and hang out till nine thirty.”
Easter Lanes. “Who owns the place?”
“Molly Easter. Bought it from her father, turned it around, and it’s doing well.”
“Who’s her father?”
“Shorty Easter, real name is Marcus. Gambler. He owes big to Ashton’s family.”
I glanced to Ashton as our PI was telling me this, and feeling my gaze, Ashton looked back to me. His eyebrow rose. “What?”
“Anything else?”
“Back to your parole officer. She’s tight with her brother, incarcerated for killing their father.”
My blood went cold hearing that. That hadn’t been in the report. “You just found that out too?”
He hesitated on his end. “I need to follow up on one more thing before I can answer that. Trust me, you’ll want me to wait.”
“Fine. Get it to me as soon as possible.”
“Will do.”
“What’s going on?” Ashton asked after I hung up.
I filled him in about Easter, and he snorted. “Yeah, I remember that guy. Family keeps him around because he’s funny, tells good stories, but he owes out of his ass.”
“You know the daughter?”
His eyes narrowed. “You’re going to make your approach at a bowling alley?”
I sighed. “Might have to, and you’re not coming.”
“I met the daughter once, when we were kids. She won’t remember me.”
“I don’t want to risk it, not yet.”
“A lot of work you’re putting in to get some ass when all you normally need to do is wave a hand, and theycome.”
