Jeopardy in High Heels (High Heels #12) - Gemma Halliday Page 0,24

marijuana became legal and gangster rap's original fans became middle-aged. It wasn't until recently that he'd found a renewed audience with his cooking show, suddenly selling merchandise and endorsements, this time to the wanna-be-hip housewives across America.

Both of Dog's parents were deceased, and he had no siblings. John was his only child. And while Dog was not currently married, he had been—four times.

"Wow, he's giving Mrs. Rosenblatt a run for her money," Dana noted, pointing to the several paragraphs listed under the Relationships section of his bio.

"That's a lot of exes," I agreed.

"Isn't it always the wife whodunit?" Dana said, getting that gleeful PI look in her eyes again. "And aren't ex-wives even more dangerous?"

"I suppose it all depends on how amicable the divorce was."

"Or divorces. Plural," Dana said as I read on.

Dog had married his first wife, Laura Delmoore, shortly after he'd moved to the US, when they'd both still been teenagers. And it appeared his son, John, had been born shortly afterward. No other children were listed, even though Dog and Laura had stayed together for almost twenty years.

Two years after his divorce to her, he'd married wife #2, Giselle Williams. Who, according to the linked bio, was a lingerie model a good decade younger than the first wife.

"I remember her," Dana said, nodding as a couple photos of the woman popped up. "She was really big about five years ago. Remember she did that runway show with all the sheer cover-ups."

"Sheer cover-ups?" I raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like an oxymoron."

Dana shook her head. "Nope. Coco de Mer designs."

I swallowed a snort.

"I didn't know she married Dog though," Dana added.

"Looks like it didn't last long. Less than a year," I said, noting the divorce date.

"Okay, so who was next?" Dana asked.

"Blakely Alexander," I said, reading the name of wife #3 off the screen.

"Oh, I love her!" Dana said, sipping her drink.

"Am I supposed to know who she is?" I asked.

"Blakely does reality TV. She did that show Party Beach House. You know, where they put a bunch of twenty-somethings in a house together with a lot of alcohol and let the cameras run twenty-four seven. She was on the third or fourth season. I can't remember."

"Looks like their marriage lasted a little longer than the last one. Two years."

"Now that you mention it, I vaguely remember hearing about her and Dog together. But it must have been between shows for Blakely, because I know she did Celebrity Relationship Rehab with someone else."

"Well, the most recent ex-wife is Caitlyn Cross. Listed as a personal trainer from Manhattan Beach."

Dana squinted at the screen. "Wow, she's only twenty-five. That's almost the same age as his son."

I nodded. "Blakely isn't a lot older. Twenty-nine."

"Looks like Dog had a habit of trading in for a younger model every few years," Dana noted. "Maybe that's why he was single. He couldn't go much younger."

I frowned at the screen. "So do any of them feel like a shedunit?"

She pursed her lips. "They all could, I guess. I mean, like you said, it all depends on how amicable the divorces were. Or not," she added.

"It looks like Giselle currently lives in France," I noted, clicking through to her bio page again.

"Well, that makes it hard to spike his Invigorate bottle in Los Angeles," Dana noted. She looked down the list again. "Blakely's local, though."

"What about the most recent one. Caitlyn?"

Dana clicked through to a bio for wife #4. Of all the wives, hers was the most sparse, and not just because she was barely old enough to buy a beer. Her one claim to fame seemed to be her fleeting marriage to the rapper. All the info the website had on her was a birthdate and a link to a YouTube video of her teaching a spin class at a place called Beach Body Sculpt.

"Actually, I know that gym," Dana said, stabbing a fingernail at the screen. "I did a stint there as a guest instructor once. It's only a few blocks from here."

I checked the time on my phone. "I have an hour before I have to pick up the twins. Wanna go see how amicable wife #4's split was?"

* * *

Beach Body Sculpt was located just off Wilshire in a huge purple building that was hard to miss. The side facing the street was painted to look like a large cresting wave, and as we walked into the lobby, the beachy theme carried through with a front desk made of surfboards and actual sand