Semi-Psychic Life (Glimmer Lake #2) - Elizabeth Hunter Page 0,36
was a lot of background noise.”
“So you don’t know for sure that they’re boinking?” Monica said.
“You think they’re just coffee buddies?” Val asked. “Rachel thought he was cheating on her. Mark thought a woman was involved. Do you know of any woman who would get a random man cologne if she wasn’t sleeping with him or thinking about it?”
Monica shrugged. “Probably not.”
“If Josh was sleeping with Savannah, are we assuming that the customer accusing him of theft is Allan Anderson?” Robin asked. “Josh could have met her when he was working on her husband’s car. I can imagine him having a Maserati.”
“I’m going to text West real quick, but that makes sense to me.” Val got out her phone. Does the name Allan Anderson sound familiar? Does he have a black Maserati?
“We know he has a lot of money,” Monica said, “but does anyone actually know what Allan Anderson does for a living?”
“I do!” Robin said. “I asked around after we saw him at the café earlier this week. Mark got to talking with one of the owners of Sierra Slopes. Anderson is one of the owners. He and a couple of his pro-skiing buddies bought the place. They’re the ones fixing it up and modernizing it. They sank a bunch of money into the project. Not sure it’s going to pay out.”
“I hope it does,” Monica muttered. “I wanted to talk to them about a room-and-ticket package for Russell House.”
“Getting back to Josh and Savannah.” Val watched her phone, waiting for West to text her back. “What do you guys think? Logically, the next person I should talk to is her, right? If they were having an affair—”
“Do we call Josh’s random boinks affairs? Is that accurate?” Robin asked. “No offense.”
“None taken. I know what you mean, but this…” The emotions that the cologne bottle stirred up were more shocking than the identity of Josh’s lover. “I don’t think she was a random for him.”
“Really?” Monica glanced at her in the rearview mirror. “He had real feelings for her?”
“I mean…” Val replayed the vision in her mind. Surprise. Discomfort. Affection. Longing? “I think he really cares about her. I could feel what he was feeling, and it was a lot. None of it seemed superficial. And the emotions are… I don’t want to say old, but he’s known her for a while, I think. It’s not new.”
“So we need to talk to Savannah Anderson,” Monica said. “Does anyone know where she lives? I know they’re in Pheasant Creek, but I don’t have any friends over there that I can call.”
“We could wait for her to come into Misfit,” Val said. “She’s always in at least once a week.”
Robin held up her phone. “Or we could ask Miranda to look up her address in our computer.”
“You have her address?” Monica asked.
“Yeah. That dresser she bought?” Robin dialed and held the phone to her ear. “She wanted it delivered. I’m sure we still have the address.”
“Robin knows everything,” Monica said quietly.
“That’s why she’s the best on trivia night.” Val saw a message pop up on her phone from West. Let me call someone.
“Miranda, do you have a minute?” Robin’s voice was bright. She’d hired the girl a few months before and it was working out well. In addition to selling antiques, Miranda was also a ceramic artist and was expanding the local-art section of the store, including some of Robin’s own paintings. “Yes, I need an address.”
Val sat up straight and reached for her water bottle. She needed to wash down some aspirin if they were going to talk to Savannah. Her phone buzzed again. It was West.
Yep. Anderson, black Maserati. He’s some big investor at the ski resort.
Thanks, West.
“It’s him,” Val said. “West just confirmed. Anderson owns a black Maserati. He says he bought it last year.”
“Thank you, West,” Monica said.
“Savannah Anderson,” Robin said into the phone. “She should be in the system. We delivered a dresser to her about a month ago.”
Robin scratched something down on a paper she’d grabbed from her purse. “Thanks, Miranda. I’ll be in after lunch, okay? Great.” She hung up and handed the paper to Monica. “We have an address.”
“We have a client,” Val said.
They were finally making progress.
Pheasant Creek was a planned development in the foothills between Glimmer Lake and Bridger City. It had been a ranch, but developers had bought it years ago, slowed the creek to a crawl to widen it, and sold lots for custom homes that soared in price.