Suspicions with Murder (A Rilynne Evans Mystery, Book Four) by Jenn Vakey Read Free Book Online Page A

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    “Not bad,” she said aloud to herself as she continued examining the room.
    “You must be the new girl,” Rilynne heard as she pulled the bag up onto the large, cushioned chair in the corner a few moments later. She turned to find a man standing in the doorway watching her curiously. Her first thought was he looked like a statue; his handsome facial features seemed chiseled beneath his dark, flowing hair. The smile on his face left her almost mesmerized.
    “I guess so,” she replied. “Judging by the button up shirt and tie, I would say you’re the driver.”
    He shrugged in an amused sort of way. “I prefer chauffeur. You can call me Danny, though.”
    “Danny it is. I prefer Naomi to new girl. It helps to prevent confusion after I’ve been somewhere for a while.”
    He chuckled as he looked her up and down. After he seemed satisfied with what he saw, he winked at her and said, “I guess I’ll see you later then, Naomi.”
    She was hit with mixed feelings when he left. Although she was left with an uncomfortable sensation, she couldn’t help but be optimistic after the encounter. She had learned long before that men seemed to be much more forthcoming with someone they were attracted to. She just didn’t know how to take advantage of it without returning his flirtatious advances.
    Before she called to check in with Matthews, she went through every inch of the room making sure it hadn’t been bugged. With how paranoid the Lewis’ seemed, she wouldn’t have put it past them to put surveillance in the room, especially after the previous occupant was murdered. After she was satisfied, she pulled out her phone.
    “What have you got?” Matthews asked.
    Rilynne looked both up and down the hall twice before closing her door. “Nothing useful,” she replied as she sat down on the corner of her bed. “Other than the head of security, the only person I’ve met so far has been the Lewis’ chauffeur. He seems friendly enough, though a bit of a flirt. It didn’t take him more than a few seconds to start hitting on me.”
    “Let him,” Matthews said abruptly. “If it will help you get close enough to get information out of him, let him think you’re interested.”
    She hesitated, unsure how comfortable she was with his suggestion. “So, let me get this straight. You want me to flirt and lead him to believe I’m interested in him? I don’t know how I feel about that.”
    “I’ve seen you play the flirting card in interrogations,” he said. “It won’t be much different than that.”
    Rilynne couldn’t disagree with him more. It was one thing to be sitting in a room with someone and bat her eyes while she questioned them about a crime. Flirting with someone who was oblivious to the fact that she might have ulterior motives was a whole other ball game.
    “Okay,” she replied with a resigned sigh, though she still wasn’t pleased with it. “I’ll call to check in tomorrow night, unless I find something sooner.”
    After hanging up, she lay back on her bed and stared around the room. She knew that playing on the chauffeur’s desires would no doubt make it easier to learn what she needed to, but something about it still struck her wrong. When she really thought about it, the reason was simple: Ben.
    Rilynne had hoped to spend her first day getting familiar with everyone in the house, but soon found there was little chance of that. She hadn’t even managed to fully unpack when there was a knock at the door. When she opened it, she found Olsen standing in the doorway with three large binders.
    “Mrs. Lewis wishes you to spend the rest of the day going over the procedures of the house,” he said as he held out the binders. “You’ll begin your duties tomorrow. She will not tolerate anything less than perfection.” He turned without waiting for a response and walked tightly down the hall.
    She had read over her share of procedural guides, but had never seen anything so extensive. Every room in