Crash Into Me - L.A. Fiore Page 0,63

him. Speaking of, has he done the composite?”

“Got a call yesterday. He’s meeting with them today,” Zac said.

“Russell made a few comments that led me to believe he was interested in Katrina. Was she interested back? It’s possible he’s the father, but he doesn’t know there was a baby.”

“I agree.”

“And Milton, something about him bothers me. He’s been withholding shit from the beginning. He could tell us what Jason looks like, but he hasn’t shared. He had to have known about the baby, at least the break she took, but he never shared.”

“I agree, he’s holding back, but why?” Zac said.

“Why bring Milton in at all? Jason seemed to control all of it. No one worked with Milton, though they all knew of him.”

“We need to talk to him again,” Zac said. “So Gregory Enzi senior gets his foot in the door of Hollywood through Jason and Katrina. His endgame is running drugs, but Jason gets caught up in the lifestyle, works Katrina to keep the lifestyle he’s become accustomed to. Camilla said Katrina hadn’t wanted to go back to work after the baby, but she did. And since all of this was started with her parents, people who have been dogging us from the beginning, people who are living well beyond their means, but not on their kid’s dime, we need to talk to them.”

“Yeah, we do, but I say we bring them here. They want to play hardball, let’s make it official,” I said.

“We only have circumstantial evidence.”

“Well, maybe we can find a judge who was a Katrina Dent fan.”

“I’ll get on it. In the meantime, we need to talk to Vin. Learn more about Gregory Enzi senior. The attack on his life…was that unrelated or was our killer targeting him, too?”

I hadn’t thought of that but shit, it was possible. I pointed at Zac. “That’s another thing Milton is holding back on. He had to have known about Enzi back then, certainly knows of him now. I can’t believe a mob boss isn’t going to check in on his cash cow. And there’s no way Milton didn’t know who Enzi was. His job is public relations, he knows all the players. So why didn’t he mention that link?”

“I’ll call him in the morning,” Zac said.

“Is it possible this is all about keeping the identity of Katrina’s baby a secret?”

“It’s definitely a theory, but why?”

“Maybe the blowback, the father doesn’t want his past coming back and fucking up his world,” I theorized.

“If that’s the case, he won’t be getting any parenting awards.”

“I can’t believe you’re leaving,” Ethan said, when I visited him later that day. “It’s Kade, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“You worked it out.”

“We did.” He looked down at his fingers that he was twisting together. “I won’t live across the hall, but we’ll stay in touch. We have drinks to get,” I said.

He looked up, but I saw the reservation.

“We’re not going to lose touch, Ethan.”

“I don’t have many friends in the city. I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t. In fact, once I’m settled come for dinner.”

His eyes lit up. “Seriously? At the penthouse?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, yeah.”

I joined him on the sofa. “I don’t have many friends, either. This…” I said, gesturing between us, “means a lot to me, too.”

He pulled me close. “Good.” I held him as hard as he held me.

Kade joined me later that day. I found myself glancing over often, resisting the urge to pinch myself because Kade Wakefield was helping me pack up my apartment. In fairness, he’d hired movers, and they did most of the work, but there were things I wanted to do myself, namely my clothes and personal things. It was Saturday; I had the case to think about, but Kade was very persuasive, so after fucking me stupid, he convinced me to work from home.

Zac was on point, anyway, following up with Milton and Jackson.

I stopped folding my shirts, distracted with the sight of Kade in faded jeans and a tee, one that was old, well-worn and had a whiskey label on it. His feet were bare, not something he did often, but he looked so fucking hot.

“Stop or we’re never going to get this done,” he said, not even turning to confirm I was staring.

“That’s a good look on you. I can see you like that on your beach.” He looked back now. “Though, how we spent those days on your beach, that was pretty hard to top.”

“You naked is hard to top, period.” His eyes grew dark. “And as