Page 84 of Mr. Perfect

“It’s never a good sign,” Sawyer said.

“Both of you are so annoying,” Rocky replied. “If you’re not making kissy faces at one another, you’re tag-teaming some unsuspecting schmuck who’s only trying to do his job.”

“You’re laying it on a bit thick, don’t you think?” Royce asked.

“He does sound like a private eye from an old movie.”

Rocky smirked and flipped them off.

Royce and Sawyer stood. “Don’t investigate this any further. There must be dozens of other cases you guys can look into for your podcast that won’t result in your death.”

“Of course,” Felix said.

“They’re not going to listen to us,” Sawyer said to Royce.

Royce looked around the room, making eye contact with each of them. “Nope.”

After Royce and Sawyer left, Felix looked at Rocky, Jonah, and Avery. “Well, are we going to walk away from this or keep digging?”

Rocky’s wicked grin was Felix’s answer. “I got the names of the Second Chance Program enrollees working at the Savannah dealership.”

“Marla the Magnificent is processing them now,” Jonah said. “We’ll tell Royce and Sawyer if she uncovers anything pertinent to their investigation.”

“What are you going to do about your car?” Avery said.

“I reported the claim to my insurance company this morning. My agent said my policy will cover the loss and even provide a rental car until they make an offer. There’s more to consider here than just the car. What about my injuries and destroyed phone? Why should I have to eat the cost?”

“You shouldn’t,” Rocky replied.

“If I’m going to continue spouting the cover story about my car catching fire due to mechanical malfunction, then I would logically contact the dealership and insist on restitution.”

“Naturally,” Jonah said.

“I have to decide if I do it in person or through an attorney. Which would make a bigger impact?”

“A letter from a lawyer,” Avery said. “Even Spencer would have to take notice.”

“It might cost a lot of money,” Jonah said.

“I have money tucked away if that’s the option I choose,” Felix replied.

“You won’t have to pay,” Jude said. “I know a great attorney who’d represent you pro bono.”

“Who?” Felix asked.

“Jillian Sharkey.”

“You know The Shark?” Jonah asked.

“I do,” Jude replied proudly.

Jillian Sharkey was one of the fiercest attorneys in the country. She’d made a name for herself by filing the most significant class-action lawsuits against American corporations whose gross negligence caused people to become sick, severely injured, or had resulted in their death. Sometimes her enemies were conglomerates that tainted water sources by dumping toxins into the ground, and other times, it was automotive manufacturers who put the almighty dollar before recalling vehicles with defective safety equipment. Her latest target was the Catholic Church for failing to protect children from predatory priests.

Felix had watched an interview with her the previous week where the talk show host said she was either the devil or a democrat. Lisa Loren, the host, made it clear she didn’t like either one.

Jillian had smirked and said, “One of those is true. I’ll let you figure out which one.” Then she doubled down. “My next target will be any religious institution that has participated in or encouraged conversion therapy.”

Once Lisa had picked her jaw up off the ground, she said, “So, you’re going to war with Christianity.”