Locked In (Locked in Love) (Volume One): An Alpha Billionaire Romance by Myra Song Read Free Book Online

wonder if he changed his last name when he came Stateside. Though, if he did, choosing Locke for a locksmith wasn’t exactly inconspicuous.
     
    I scribble more notes.
     
    “Survived by his son, Jameson Locke, currently finishing up at boarding school--”
     
    That’s something I can investigate later. My brother went to boarding school, too. There were plenty of them, but not so many that I can’t find an old student. But I don’t have time for that now. It’s almost night, and I’m supposed to be at his place the next day. Because it’s me, I’d like to get there earlier than he requested so I can scout some things out.
     
    Finally, I give up. I could find it with more time. But the afternoon’s rousing adventures have left me tired and this weird mix of sated and aroused. The last part kills me. I’m going to need to work in some more social time, because my pussy has been wakened from a slumber.
     
    It isn’t fair that when you finally scratch an itch, all it really does is make you aware that it’s been there all along.
     
    I pick up my phone and hit the only speed-dial I have.
     
    “Dalton here.” Lloyd’s voice sounds tired. I feel guilty; he’s off work by now, maybe eating with Gina. The job never really leaves you, doesn’t give you time off. I know. It’s why I still keep my phone charged at all times, even if no one’s calling.
     
    “Hey, it’s Martin.”
     
    This brightens his tone considerably. “Elise, I hear from you two times in one day? Lucky day.”
     
    I smile. “I’m only calling because I have a favor.”
     
    A pause, but only for a second. “What do you need?”
     
    “An address. Jameson Locke.”
     
    I hear him cough on the other end, with a little wheeze at the end that concerns me. “Are you crazy? I thought you didn’t like the guy.”
     
    “Yeah, I don’t. But he’s going to pay me, so--”
     
    “Wait, did he hire you for his thing?”
     
    “Yep. You?”
     
    “Chief’s signed us all up for overtime. Apparently he’s going to make it ‘worth our while,’ but I’ve heard that before.”
     
    “Yeah, I’d ask how much of a bonus you’re getting up front.”
     
    “That’s why the Chief never warmed to you, Martin. And I don’t know if I can just hand over an--” It was one of many reasons, but if an employee can’t call out her boss on some shit, well, that’s not a great working environment anyway.
     
    “Address? If you’re worried, just know that he pried mine from the Chief, so this is just a little pay-backsy. And if you’re working it, it isn’t like it’s a state secret.”
     
    I can hear him give up on the other end. Dalton never could stand if I put even the least amount of pressure on him.
     
    He rattles off the address and I thank him profusely before hanging up.
     
    It’s not an area I know well. Closer to RTP, just on the outskirts of Cary. I do know the zip code means money, which isn’t surprising, but makes me feel better about the address. Most likely we won’t all show up at a shack in the middle of nowhere for whatever kind of laugh Locke’s trying to get it in.
     
    Feeling pretty good about the promise of a padded bank account, I realize I’m going to need to find a shower before I show up for a ritzy auction.
     
    Frowning, I gather some stuff to head over to the local YMCA. I don’t have a membership there, but when I was still a detective I managed to catch an employee skimming the books. Apparently that employee didn’t get the “C” part of the job. Ever since then, they’d let me work out from time to time on a pay-as-I-could basis.
     
    Digging in my laundry, I find two crumpled dollars. That’s a dollar menu item and a dollar for the shower.
     
    Private Investigation? Clearly glamorous.
     
     

 
    Locke
     
     
    “She’s here, sir.” My personal assistant, Ben, who doubles as my butler, interrupts my work.
     
    There is a heap of work to be done before tonight and Elise’s arrival was