Weapon of Choice, A by Jennifer L. Jennings Read Free Book Online

explain?”
    “Well, it’s kind of embarrassing, but she often referred to him as Mr. Stubby.”
    I swallowed.  “Meaning he has a small penis?”
    “Very small, apparently.  Whenever I was in her office and Gregory called her on the phone, she’d roll her eyes at me and wiggle her pinky finger.  I’d crack up every time she did it, because it was so out of character for her.  She was usually so serious. But every once in a while, she’d do something like that and I’d pee my pants.”
    I glanced at Carter and noticed he was trying to conceal his grin.  I couldn’t help but smile, too.  I turned back to Amy and said, “Melanie was working on an autobiography.  Did she ever talk to you about that?”
    “A little.  She wasn’t keen on writing it, but they offered her a sizeable advance.  In fact, I don’t think she ever completed the first draft.  Her agent kept calling her everyday, hounding her.  That woman was a pain in her ass.”
    An idea popped into my head.  “Was Melanie planning on writing a segment about her husband’s unfortunate problem?”
    “I have no idea,” she said. “I can’t imagine she’d publish that.  Her poor husband would be mortified.  I think most men would be.  Don’t you agree?” Amy looked at Carter in curiosity. 
    He shook his head and put a hand up as if to say, don’t ask me .
    As much as I enjoyed seeing Carter blush, I had to keep this conversation going.  I asked Amy, “Did Melanie ever talk about getting a divorce?”
    “It came up a few times, but Melanie said she’d never get a divorce.”
    “Why not?”
    “Well, she never admitted it, but I think she was afraid of the ramifications; that it would be bad for publicity.”
    “I spoke with Gregory yesterday,” I said.  “He told me that Melanie was having an affair.  Do you know anything about that?”
    “Melanie?” Amy shook her head emphatically.  “No way.  She wasn’t the type to screw around.”
    “Melanie’s schedule is on her laptop.  On the day of her death she had an appointment at 9:00 with the initials C H.  Any idea for whom or what those initials stand?”
    Amy furrowed her brow.  “No idea.  I remember she was out of the office all morning and didn’t come back until around three.  I knew she had a massage around lunchtime, but she never told me where she’d been earlier.”
    “Candice gave us a key to go into her mother’s office and look around,” I said.  “Have you been in her office since her death?”
    “No,” Amy said.  “I don’t have a key.”
    “If you have a few more minutes, you’re welcome to accompany us.  We might have a few more questions for you once we start looking around.”
    She glanced at her watch.  “My first client won’t be here for another ten minutes.  I’ll join you.”
    Melanie’s office looked very similar to Amy’s, but with a darker feel.  The des k— a rich, stained mahoganythat could have been an antiqu e— seemed to take up most of the room.  The walls were painted a dark shade of eggplant and the carpeting was a drab grey.  There were no comfy sofas or pillows.  The few paintings on the walls didn’t appear expensive or valuable.  If they were, Gregory probably would have taken them.
    Amy stood very still, her eyes roaming around the room.  “This is so surreal to see the empty office.  Every morning, Melanie would invite me in for a cup of coffee.  I miss that so much.”
    Carter walked behind the desk and began opening drawers and searching inside them. 
    I circled the room a few times, taking in the décor, and stopped at a bookshelf to the right of the desk.  I walked over and found a copy of Sex Positions for Mind-Blowing Orgasms .  I flipped through the pages with interest.  Sure enough, Jasmine Thompson and her husband were photographed nude posing in various positions, some of which caused the temperature in the room to rise. 
    “Have you ever met Greta Stone, Melanie’s agent?” I