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“You’re on a job?” she asked

“Yep”

“Be safe, Bells,” she said, disappearing into Quin’s office to, no doubt, tell him about the latest scandal one of our clients—or our clients’ children—had gotten into That was her job To spin a story on social uy, not the spoiled pricks who had no respect for anyone else or the law

Once upon a time, she would have been the kind of woman my family would have called in to uy, not the spoiled little rich kid

Brandon Adams didn’t live far outside of Navesink Bank He was about thirty-five minutes away in an affluent area where properties were a little more stretched out Which worked in my favor Because people were much less likely to hear any com, they sure as hell wouldn’t be able to see anything since their properties were spaced so far apart And, fros,as your average linebacker, obstructing the mansions from the street view

Not perfectly

But I didn’t need perfect

See, I had a little trick up my sleeve that I hadn’t told Quin or Nia about

And that was the fact that I happened to know Adahbor

Sure, she was all of eighty-seven, hard of hearing, and had the char her around more than a handful of dances at charity events over the years, back when her wheelchair-bound husband would ask it of one, and you could tell that she felt his absence at social events

So I drove up her driveway like I’d done onlyAnd I got out and grabbed a hostess gift from the many I kept in my trunk for this sort of situation

I walked up to the door and was greeted by a butler who may well have been older than Gladys herself, and I swore I could hear his bones popping as he turned to go find the mistress of the house

She came out into the hall a few reen silk caftan with her ht brown hair already up in rollers