Page 27 of Filthy Little Lies
A soft knock on the door interrupts him as he starts to say something. The door opens and Savvy’s head peeks in. Once she sees me sitting behind my desk, she shoves the door open and comes inside.
“You’re up,” I say.
She raises her eyebrows. “Yeah. I’m up.”
Roman chuckles. “Her attitude hasn’t improved much since I saw her last.”
“You remember my brother, Roman.” I gesture across my desk at him.
She swings her attention to him and offers a nod of acknowledgement.
“The jerk who shoved me into the room and locked me inside. Yeah, I remember him.” She walks over to my desk. “I need my phone and my iPad. Neither of them was in the suitcases.”
“I have your phone.”
“Well, I need it. I have a job I need to wrap up—”
“I remember telling you last night there won’t be any side jobs while you’re working for me.”
“This is from before I knew you existed. It doesn’t count.”
“What’s the job?”
“Some birth certificates and ID cards. I just need to finish the birth certificates. I’ll be done by this afternoon.” When I don’t say anything else she sighs and adds, “It’s for a contact I have at a woman’s shelter.”
“Why does a women’s shelter need fake Ids?”
Her expression darkens. “She helps women disappear when restraining orders get ignored. In order to do that, they need new identities.”
“How often do you do work for her?”
“Between her and other shelters she works with, almost weekly. So give me my phone and iPad so I can finish the work for her.” She wiggles her fingers at me.
Someone thinks since we have an audience she’s safe from me.
I stare at her open hand. “Maybe you should try using your manners if you want something.”
Her gaze hardens, the same way her jaw does, but she doesn’t relent. She seems content to stand there all day and glare at me until I give in.
A lesson she should learn now: I never give in.
“If she’s going to be doing those manifests, she’s going to need her computer.” Roman pipes in after a solid minute of tense silence has filled the room.
“He’s right.” She flashes me a twisted smile.
I open the top drawer of my desk and pull out her devices. Having already had mirroring software placed on all of them, along with a tracking app, should she decide to go on another adventure in the middle of the night, I’m not worried about what she’ll do with them.
I pull away when she moves to take them from me.
“Say please.”
“What?” She scoffs.
I tilt my head, leaning into her. “Say please. I’d prefer, please, sir, but I’ll wait until I have you on your knees for that.”
Murder flashes across her expression. A soft pink hue blooms on her cheeks, but I make no mistake in thinking it’s because she’s embarrassed. No, the woman would definitely like to stick a knife through my throat.
“You should just say it. He’ll stand here all day waiting, and we have work to do still.” Roman doesn’t even look up from his phone while interfering.
