Mr. Perfect (Sinister in Savannah #2) - Aimee Nicole Walker Page 0,19
the studio down the hall. They weren’t scheduled to record an episode, but Felix had found some great executive chairs at a consignment shop. Their planning sessions sometimes lasted for hours, so the soft leather was much more comfortable to sit on than the wooden dining room chairs.
“Let’s start with the latest information about Bo Cahill,” Felix said. “I want to lean harder on the governor to give Bo a full pardon.”
“Do you think we can pull it off?” Rocky asked, leaning forward. “No one is claiming Bo Cahill didn’t kill Vanderwahl, not even his family.”
“Bo’s case was botched in so many different ways,” Jonah said. “First of all, he should’ve never been charged with first-degree murder. The prosecutor didn’t even attempt to prove the killing was premeditated, and the judge let him get away with it. Bo Cahill shot the sheriff’s son. Bo should never have been held in the man’s prison, nor should he have been tried in the same county where the sheriff presided. The lawman would’ve been on a first-name basis with every judge. There was no way he was getting a fair trial.”
“Bo didn’t receive competent counsel either,” Felix added. Then he opened Bo’s file and pulled out a stack of documents. “Agnes sent these to me. They’re copies of the phone records showing how many times she called the sheriff’s department for help when Vanderwahl started harassing her. She’d also called other municipalities and even the state police looking for someone to intervene on her behalf. Not even one of the worthless assholes stepped up and helped her.” Felix took a calming breath. “You’ve all seen the photos taken of Agnes after the assault, as well as the medical reports. Bo’s attorney didn’t enter any of this into evidence at trial. I think we have a strong enough case to get the governor to overturn the conviction.”
Rocky smiled. “I think we need to raise some more hell.”
“I’m in,” Jonah said.
“We will start by revealing these facts on our podcast and follow it up by pursuing a posthumous pardon,” Felix said. “Are you guys free on Thursday night to record the episode?”
“Works for me,” Rocky said. “What about you, J?”
Jonah nodded. “We’ll be here.”
“Now, we have to shift our attention to Mr. Perfect. I’m not sure what to make of all this. I need to learn everything I can about The Camelot Corporation. Their office is located in Atlanta. I’m going to check it out when I head down to visit Ree this weekend.”
“What’s with Rocky’s face?” Avery asked. “Is that his Joker impersonation?”
Felix looked over and laughed. Rocky wore the biggest grin he’d ever seen on the man. “Cat who ate the canary,” Felix remarked. “You’ve found something big, haven’t you?”
Rocky nodded. “A birthday present for you.”
“Well, damn,” Avery muttered. “We didn’t bring a gift.”
Jonah chuckled. “I don’t think it’s a physical present.”
Rocky waggled his brows. “My sources in Atlanta got their hands on a list of Gentleman Jack’s members. Guess whose name is on it?”
Felix’s mouth fell open, and his heart started racing. “No way.”
Rocky nodded. “Happy birthday, my friend.”
“What’s Gentleman Jack’s?” Avery asked.
“An elite sex club catering to all appetites,” Jonah said.
Avery crossed his arms over his chest. “How do you know about the place?”
“Honestly, I thought it was just a legend,” Jonah replied.
“I procured two private invitations,” Rocky said. “Mind if I tag along to Atlanta with you? We can check out the club and The Camelot Corporation’s office when you’re not visiting with your friend. What do you say?”
Felix cupped the back of Rocky’s head and briefly kissed him square on the mouth. “Best gift ever.”
Rocky winked. “You’re welcome.”
They spent another hour going over additional podcast plans for future episodes. Felix offered to share the peach cobbler with them after wrapping up the session, but his friends claimed they were still stuffed.
“There’s a carton of vanilla ice cream in the freezer,” Avery said. “Marla thinks of everything.”
“Should I transfer the cobbler to another dish so I can wash hers and send it back with you?” Felix asked.
Jonah laughed. “She’s expecting you to return it in person once you’re finished.”
“Won’t take me long,” Felix said, planning to put a big dent in it as soon as his friends left.
They exchanged goodbyes, then Felix ran to his kitchen and scooped up a big serving of cobbler. He put it in the microwave to warm it up a bit while retrieving the ice cream from the freezer. The aroma of cinnamon, butter, and