Page 33 of Wild Wolf

"I take it you two didn't get along.”

She stared me dead in the eyes. "Hannah wasn't easy to get along with.”

"So I've heard. It's my understanding she was trying to leverage your relationship."

Blair's brow knitted with confusion. “What do you mean?”

"I think you know what I mean.”

Her mouth tensed. "I'm sorry. I'm in the dark."

I figured a picture was worth a thousand words. I displayed an image of her alter ego on my phone.

Blair's eyes rounded, and she looked like she'd seen a ghost. "How did you find that?”

"It wasn't hard.”

Blair frowned.

"Do you really think your fiancé doesn't know?”

"He doesn't know, and he's not going to know. I'm trying desperately to get all those images scrubbed off the Internet, but they keep popping up. I've hired multiple firms to handle it, but nobody can seem to get the job done.”

"It's not easy to scrub the Internet.”

"I've noticed. But if Tristan finds out, this whole thing is off.”

"How can you be so sure?”

She gave me a flat look. "Would you want pictures of your girlfriend—the future mother of your children—all over the Internet, getting pounded by random studs with tools bigger than a humpback whale?”

"No, I can't say that sounds particularly appealing. But you never know. If it's true love, and you're honest with eachother. How do you think he’s going to feel about you keeping it a secret?”

Blair frowned again. She looked tormented. "I never imagined I'd be in this position. I was in a bind. I needed money. It seemed like a good thing to do for a little while, and I did okay. I never made a ton of money. Some of these girls are making $1 million a month. I'd be lucky to cover rent and groceries.”

"I would have thought you'd made millions," Jack said.

Blair smiled. "Thank you." She shrugged. "Who knows why some girls take off and others don't? I'm not the best marketer in the world. I don't really like interacting with all the weirdos. I don't think I was really cut out for it.”

"And Hannah threatened to expose you,” I said.

"Yes, that fucking bitch!”

"You’d do just about anything to keep that secret safe, I would imagine.”

"Oh, I told her I’d kill her if she told Tristan.” Blair blurted out without thinking. Then she realized what she'd said. "It's just a figure of speech. I didn't mean it. I didn't kill her. You know that, right?”

"Did you go over to her house last night?”

Her brow wrinkled again. "No. I told you, I haven't seen her in a long time, and only when necessary. Social events, things like that."

"You're judging the competition again this year.”

Blair rolled her eyes. "That stupid competition. I don't get what the big deal is. But Genevieve asked me to judge again. Personally, I think she likes the drama. Keeps her entertained. Drama sells.” Blair paused. “I’m sure you’ve looked into Hannah’s ex-husband.”

“Yes, we’ve spoken with him.”

"Look, I'm not the only one Hannah was blackmailing. Have you talked to Dalton?”