Page 124 of You'll Never Find Me

“Why didn’t you arrest them? You have the 9-1-1 call, so the dispatcher can confirm shots were fired. My statement—Parsons tried to kill Logan Monroe.”

“Why don’t you tell me exactly what happened, starting with when you arrived here?”

So I did, from the time I followed Logan to the house and waited outside, until Branson arrived in the doorway of the theater.

“Are you retained by Mr. Monroe? Personal security?”

“No. He hired me for another matter, but I was helping him today out of the kindness of my heart.”

“Are you friends?”

“We just met on Sunday, but we’ve been working together this week.”

“Are you sleeping with him?”

That irritated me. “No. Why the fuck do you ask?” I couldn’t refrain from the anger. “I just told you we’re working together, not screwing around.”

“Mrs. Monroe claims that she informed her husband she was leaving him and asked Mr. Parsons to escort her so she could pick up some of her belongings. Then she claims that Mr. Monroe threatened them both so they left.”

I stared at Daza, then burst out laughing. I couldn’t help it.

Daza wasn’t laughing.

“She claimed that you, Ms. Angelhart, were having an affair with her husband and that’s why she was leaving him.”

I tried to stop laughing, but I couldn’t. Maybe it was the crash after the adrenaline rush, or maybe it was the absurdity of the situation, but I needed to laugh.

When I managed to stop, tears still in my eyes, I said, “Brittney Monroe hired me two weeks ago to prove her husband was having an affair. He wasn’t. When I informed her of that fact, she asked me to follow him one more night. She hired a friend to drug him and attempt to seduce him. My brother partnered with me that night, we witnessed the crime, took Logan to safety, and I tracked down the woman the next day, who admitted that Brittney hired her. Logan didn’t want to press charges, but decided to file for divorce. Brittney hasn’t been served yet, but he started the process yesterday.”

“Do you know Brad Parsons?”

“Never met him until today.”

“Why did Mr. Monroe hire you?”

“That’s confidential. He can tell you if he wants.”

“But your work for his wife wasn’t confidential?”

“Our NDA became null and void when she both lied to me and committed a crime. I have no professional or moral obligation to keep her confidence. I can prove she paid me.”

“And Mr. Monroe can back up your statement?”

“I have not lied. I told the dispatcher and you that Parsons had a gun.”

“It’s not on him.”

“Search the car, the garage, and every place in between. I didn’t discharge my weapon.”

“Okay. Sit tight, I need to make some calls.”

“So do I.”

He stepped out and I called Jack.

“I’m almost there, what happened? You okay?”

“Fine.” I gave him a brief recap. “Where’s Jennifer?”