developers in Brooklyn and Queens.”
“Oh.”
He stared at her for a second before sighing. “Do you even read Mackenzie’s news site?”
Now she sat up straight at the mention of her sort-of stepsister. “What does Mack have to do with Anthony?”
He called up her site, HeatMap, as he spoke. “She’s written a few pieces on the rumors and allegations against the Gallagher family. Apparently there are some shady dealings going down in that family but no one has gotten enough hard evidence to do anything about it.”
Andie stared at the picture in front of her with new interest. “Who are those other guys?”
Spencer shook his head. “No idea but I bet Hunter could help figure it out.”
Hunter was a private investigator—he was also Jenna’s boyfriend and Spencer’s only other friend, though he’d never admitted that out loud.
“I wonder if this is the picture Dagger was after.”
She and Spencer sat in silence as they pondered that. Finally, she sighed. “Well, I guess the only way I’ll know for sure is if I ask him.”
Spencer looked horrified. “Andie, if this guy has anything to do with…” He waved at the screen. “Whatever this is, you could be in serious danger.”
“Or he could,” she added.
Spencer scowled. Clearly he didn’t care all that much what kind of danger Dagger was in. “I’ll talk to Hunter and have him look into this Dagger guy.”
A pang of guilt had her biting her lip. “I don’t know….”
He raised one brow. “Andie, you’re out of your league here.”
She relented with a sigh. “Fine, but tell him to be discreet, please. He’s not a cop anymore, right? If Dagger is in some sort of trouble with the law, I don’t want to be the one who rats him out just because I’m curious.”
Spencer rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’ll make sure Hunter knows the situation.”
Andie drained the last of her drink and stood up. “Great. In the meantime, I’m going to get some answers.”
Spencer groaned. “Andie, what are you planning?”
When she didn’t answer, he started to follow her as she headed toward the door. “This guy is bad news, Andie, you’ve got to stay away from him.”
She turned to look at him over her shoulder. “He’s my roommate, Spence, how am I supposed to stay away from him?”
“You have to kick him out.”
When she didn’t reply, he picked up his pace so he was beside her as she made her way to the door. “Andie, I mean it.”
She reached the door and opened it quickly, hurrying through before he could physically block her with his wheelchair. “Thanks for your help,” she called as she headed for the stairs. “Talk to you soon.”
Once she left, she wasn’t sure where to go. For all her talk, she wasn’t quite sure she was ready for the conversation to come. Of course she wasn’t going to take Spencer’s advice and kick him out but she had to deal with this Anthony issue head on and that would take some tact.
She killed some time walking around downtown, popping into a used book store, an art gallery, and then grabbing some lunch. Finally she realized she couldn’t put it off any longer. If her new roomie was somehow involved with this Gallagher guy and his cronies, she needed to know.
For the first time since he’d shown up at her doorstep she started to feel a flicker of genuine fear. Not of Dagger—he wouldn’t hurt her. Not intentionally, at least.
But what had she gotten herself into?
There was only one way to deal with this conversation and that was with food. And wine. Definitely wine.
With that thought, she headed toward the nearest grocery store before heading home.
Dagger was waiting for her when she returned to the apartment and to say he was not a happy camper was an understatement.
“Where have you been?” He stalked toward her as she closed the door behind her. She assumed the question was rhetorical since her arms were filled with groceries.
He glowered at her even as he came to her side to help her with the bags. That frown would be terrifying if he wasn’t currently acting like a gentleman with her groceries. Lord, he could be intimidating if he wanted to be. Luckily, he kept the scare tactics under wraps around her. One of many reasons she knew he wasn’t the bad guy Spencer claimed. But that didn’t mean he was a saint, either.
Once the bags were safely on the counter she dangled the camera between them. “So, are you ready to talk about