Lover Avenged(107)
As for the concealed weapons she knew damn well were packed under his arms? They were straight-up Rambo, and those fists hanging at his sides were all about the MMA.
The whole package, regardless of the derivation of the components, was sex, and from what she’d seen at the club, up until recently he’d capitalized on the appeal. To the point where those private bathrooms in the back had been like his home office.
After getting promoted to John’s personal guard, though, he’d slowed his roll. “What’s doing,” she said.
“John been in here?”
“No.”
Qhuinn’s mismatched eyes narrowed. “You haven’t seen him at all.”
“No.”
As the guy stared at her, she knew he was picking up nothing. Lying was second to murder on her skill-set list.
“Goddamn it,” he muttered, glancing around the club.
“If I see him, I’ll tell him you’re looking for him.”
“Thanks.” He refocused on her. “Listen, I don’t know what the fuck happened between you two, and it’s none of my biz-”
Xhex rolled her eyes. “Which clearly explains why you’re bringing it up now.”
“He’s a good guy. Just keep that in mind, all right?” Qhuinn’s blue and green stare was full of the kind of clarity only a really hard life gave a male. “Lot of people wouldn’t be cool with him getting planted on his ass. Especially me.”
In the silence that followed, she had to give Qhuinn credit: Most folks didn’t have the balls to stand up to her, and the threat behind the level words was obvious.
“You’re okay, Qhuinn, you know that. You’re tight.”
She clapped him on the shoulder, then headed for her office thinking the king had been smart in the choice of ahstrux nohstrum for John. Qhuinn was a perverted fucker, but he was a straight-up killer, and she was glad he was the one watching her boy.
Watching John Matthew, she meant.
Because he wasn’t her boy. In the slightest.
When Xhex got to her door, she swung it open without hesitation. “Good evening, Detective.”
José de la Cruz was sporting another downmarket two-piece, and he and his suit and the coat that was over it all looked equally tired.
“Evening,” he said.
“What can I do for you?” She sat down behind the desk and motioned for him to take the chair he’d used last time.
He did not avail himself. “Would you be able to tell me where you were late last night?”
Not completely, she thought. Because at one point she’d been killing a vampire, and that was none of his bizniz.
“I was here at the club. Why?”
“Do you have some employees who could verify that?”
“Yup. You can talk to iAm or any of my staff. Provided you tell me what the hell is doing.”
“Last night we found an article of clothing belonging to Grady at a murder scene.”
Oh, man, if someone else had popped that motherfucker, she was going to be pissed. “But not his body?”
“No. It was a coat with an eagle on the back, something he was known to wear. His signature, as it were.”
“Interesting. So why are you asking me where I was?”
“The jacket had blood splatterings on it. We’re not sure whether it’s his or not, but we’ll find out tomorrow.”
“And again, why do you want to know where I was.”
De la Cruz planted his palms on her desk and leaned in, his chocolate brown eyes dead fucking serious. “Because I have a hunch you’d like to see him dead.”
“I’m not into abusive men, true. But all you have is his jacket, no body, and more to the point, I was here last night. So if someone offed him, it wasn’t me.”
He straightened. “Are you giving Chrissy a funeral?”
“Yup, tomorrow. The notice went in the paper today. She might not have had a lot of relatives, but she was well liked on Trade Street. We’re just one big, happy family here.” Xhex smiled a little. “You going to wear a black armband for her, Detective?”
“Am I invited?”
“Free country. And you’d come anyway, wouldn’t you.”
De la Cruz smiled genuinely, his eyes losing most of their aggression. “Yeah, I would. You mind if I talk to your alibis? Get statements?”
“Not at all. I’ll call them in right now.”
As Xhex spoke into her watch, the detective looked around the office, and when she dropped her arm, he said, “You’re not much for decorations.”
“I like things stripped down to what I need and nothing more.”
“Huh. My wife’s into the decorating. She’s got a knack for making places homey. It’s nice.”