Billionaire Bodyguard - Kendra Mei Chailyn Page 0,5
stepped in close to growl at her. “What we’re doing right now isn’t exactly above board. So, move your ass!”
Tianna was taken aback but I didn’t care. She probably wasn’t accustomed to people speaking to her like that. From what I gathered she’d made a name for herself in the fashion world and the money never stopped rolling in. That mean, she was probably surrounded by those who asked how high when she told them jump.
Her brother, on the other hand, hadn’t kept a stable job—ever. He graduated high school and it was one scam after another. He ran to her when he’d done something bad and each time, she had his back. I supposed I couldn’t blame her—he was, after all, her brother.
The sound of plane’s engine roared to life behind us. I didn’t look back. We were speeding toward the main road when the private jet shot off the ground and into the air. Though I said nothing to her, I could feel her eyes on me. It was a strange sensation, one I wasn’t sure how to feel about.
“Are you hungry?” I asked.
She cleared her throat. “Yes.”
“What are you craving?”
When she said nothing, I glanced over, and she quickly turned her head out the window. I quirked a brow but said nothing about that.
“Toronto is a mecca for food.” I continued. “Thai, Chinese, Italian, Jamaican, Filipino—McDonalds?”
Tianna laughed out loud at that. “Thai, please.”
“Good.” I told her. “I figured we could swing by the last place Joseph lived before we headed home.”
“Now? Is this the best time to go calling on people?”
“I find the night is when shady people do all their best work.” I told her. “Besides, if we don’t want to be seen, darkness is the best cover.”
Tianna said nothing to that.
Church and Wellesley was a colourful intersection. Aside from the beginning of the LGBT hub in the city, it had a crosswalk painted in the colours of the rainbow flag.
The buildings were lit up, people walked back and forth. Periodically, a bar door opened, and the dull throb of music pulsed outside in the air.
Mom and pop stores sat, windows darkened, signs drawn in, while restaurants welcomed patrons in and out.
When I eased the truck into a parking spot at the apartment, I arched a brow. I wasn’t sure how Joseph even got the place with his credit and nothing to hold just in case. It was a luxury spot, one that had a night guard and a front desk.
Getting in would be a lot more problematic than I thought.
“This is not going to be easy.” I muttered, looking around, trying to find a different way in.
“Um—” She started rummaging through her purse. “Will this help?”
I arched a brow. “You have his FOB in your purse?”
“It’s the same purse I brought to pick up his body.” She confided. “I haven’t had a chance to switch back to my regular one.”
At my age, I’d given up trying to solve the mystery of women and their handbags. I merely shrugged and climbed from the truck.
The door was locked at a certain hour—according to the writing on the glass. We had to access the lobby using the security card. When she swiped it, the red light turned green and the door clicked. We entered and headed straight for a bank of elevators on the far side.
“Evening Ms. Sharp.” The guard called.
She turned and offered him a smile, but we didn’t stop until we were in the lift.
“How did he know who I was?” She turned, fear in her eyes.
“You’ve never been here before?”
Tianna shook her head. “I came to Toronto, headed straight to the police station. They took me to the morgue and that was that.”
“Are you sure? Think back to that time.”
“No!” She stressed. “Like I said, the police station and the morgue.”
“It could be when you swipe the card it logs the name on the screen.” I began going through the possibilities inside my head. “It is, after all, a security card.”
“Why would my name be on the card?” She rationalized. “I don’t own this property. It’s Joe’s.”
“This makes no sense.” I pulled my cell out to make a call. “Hex.”
“I’m here.” She answered promptly.
“Pick up my location.” I told her as Tianna swiped the FOB once more to let us into the actual unit. “I need to you into their system. Look for any references to a Tianna Sharp or a Joseph Sharp. Then I want you to tell me who owns unit 2701.”
“When do