her notification bar. “I need to run by my office.”
“No problem. Can I ask you questions on the way?”
“What kind of questions?”
“About your sister. I’m looking for where the other victim’s lives intersect.”
“Sure. If it’ll help, I’ll answer what I can.”
“Good.”
Travis picked up her tray and scooted out of the booth. She followed, lagging behind a bit. He’d taken how many bullets and just kept going? He didn’t limp. There was a smoothness to his stride, and his posture spoke of confidence. What good thing had she done to randomly run into him like she had?
Bliss gave Travis directions to her Blush Shoppe office. Their storefront was within easy walking distance of the Vegas strip. They often got foot traffic from vacationers looking for something crazy to add to their experience. The Blush Shoppe was by far the biggest retail store in the city.
She did her best to black out the little fact that she was about to bring this man into her workspace. Her very sexual and graphic workspace. Bliss’ office might be on the third story, far away from the retail areas, but they still had to go through the store and one of their storage areas. Instead, she focused on the questions Travis fired at her. They covered everything from where Wendy had gone to grade school to where she got her nails done.
“Tell me about the security system again,” he said.
“They got it installed right before Wendy gave birth.”
“How long ago was that?”
“Gosh, Paul is six months old, so probably eight or so months ago?”
“Who responds to the security calls?”
“I don’t know. The police?”
“There’s two basic kinds of security systems. Monitored and un-monitored. A monitored system will have someone who contacts the home owner, maybe through the control panel or a phone call. An un-monitored system is just that. Some of them will text the owner.”
“Monitored. In the beginning there were a few times Wendy didn’t arm it right, and someone would start talking to her.”
“Okay.”
“Why? What are you thinking?”
Travis glanced at her.
“What?” Bliss had the sneaking suspicion he wasn’t telling her everything. Again.
“Just seems strange, your brother-in-law adding security before his kid is born.”
“They were worried...” About what? “Is this somehow connected to Grayson?”
“I don’t know the man, but he knows about us. There are two types of people who hire Aegis. The kind that are scared shitless, and the kind that scare people.”
“So, what?”
“I’m not sure. But even if it’s unrelated, you might want to know more about what it is your brother-in-law does. As far as right now is concerned, I need to check the other victim’s files, see what I can dig up.”
“You have a theory though.” And she had questions.
He turned into the newly paved and painted Blush Shoppe parking lot. The three story brick structure had been painted white, with pink trim and an awning over the store front. Inviting and cheerful, or at least that’s what the owner was going for. The lights and mannequins decked out like porno showgirls were all Vegas. What the heck was Travis going to say once he got inside?
This was going to be fun.
He killed the engine and turned to dig something out of the back seat.
“I need to look at some things. Want me to wait out here, or would you mind if I came in?”
“If you think you can handle it, you can come inside.” But could she?
The store staff was a chatty, gossiping bunch. Travis was going to set them off, but on the other hand, she wouldn’t mind their assumptions. He was one beefcake she wouldn’t turn down.
She got out of the SUV and strode into the store, painfully aware of the man at her back. The bells chimed over the door, announcing their arrival. Two heads popped up from behind the glass display cases. Both sales associate’s brows shot up, neither looking at her.
“Hey Bliss, boss is looking for you,”