Page 103 of The Murder Club

“Do you sell a lot of phones?” she asked.

With a jerk of surprise, Dom glanced up, his gaze landing on the stack of boxes with prepaid phones. He hadn’t noticed them. Thankfully, Bailey was more observant.

Drew turned to study the phones. “Not really. They’re cheaper at the big-box stores.”

“Did the man who brought in the emerald ring buy any phones?” he demanded.

“I don’t think so.”

Dom’s brief surge of hope faded. If they could have pinned the phones on Logan, they would know exactly who was stalking Bailey. For now, however, they could at least hand over the information about Nellie’s ring to Zac. It might not be enough for an arrest, but it would point him in the right direction.

“Okay. Thanks again.”

Together Dom and Bailey headed across the store. They’d reached the door when Drew suddenly called out, “Wait!”

Dom glanced over his shoulder. “Yes?”

“The dude who sold the ring didn’t buy any phones, but another guy bought four of them on the same day.”

Dom whirled around, his body suddenly tense. No one bought four phones unless it was for a nefarious purpose.

A terrorist. A drug dealer. A stalker . . .

“You’re sure it was the same day?” he asked.

“Without a doubt. I was still cleaning the emerald ring when he came to the counter and asked for four phones.” Drew shrugged. “It was weird enough it stuck in my memory.”

“Can you describe him?” Bailey asked, her voice unsteady as she pressed her hands together.

They both realized if Drew could identify the man who bought the phones, the nightmare would be over.

“Naw.” Drew grimaced. “He was an average Joe. I wouldn’t recognize him if I passed him on the street.”

Dom bit back a curse. He appreciated the man’s honesty, but once again the truth remained just out of reach. A damned shame.

“Did he pay cash?”

There was a long silence as Drew dredged through his memories. “I don’t know. I suppose I could check through the receipts, but it’ll take a while.”

Dom crossed back to the display case, pulling out a business card. Grabbing the pen next to the invoice pad, he used it to write out his cell phone number on the back of the card. “If you find out anything, I’d really appreciate you letting me know.”

The man smiled, clearly pleased at having Dom Lucier’s private number. “Sure thing.”

“Thanks, Drew.” Dom reached out to shake his hand. “Great to meet you.”

Drew flushed. “This has been epic, man.”

Dom strolled back to the waiting Bailey and together they stepped out of the shop. Then, climbing into the SUV, Dom fired up the engine and they headed back to the highway.

“I forget,” Bailey murmured.

“Forget what?”

“That you’re famous.”

Dom snorted. “I’m not. It’s nothing but reflected fame from Kaden. Which is just fine with me.” He sent her a wry glance. “I’m just plain Dom Lucier.”

She stroked her hand down his arm. “Just plain Dom Lucier is pretty special.”