Gotcha Detective Agency Mysteries Boxed Set (3 Books)

by Jamie Lee Scott

  Charles’s face went slack. No more morning drama for him. He walked over to the coffee machine. “Want some?”

  “I could use the caffeine. Late stakeout last night.” I plopped down at the kitchen table.

  “I guess Jackie is suspicious of some of Catey’s behavior lately, so she asked her for the passwords to her laptop, and all of her social networking accounts. Catey refused, so Jackie brought Catey’s laptop in for me to try to figure out the passwords.” Charles poured coffee as he spoke.

  He walked to the table, handed me my coffee cup, and sat down across from me. “The Internet is such a dangerous place for teens,” I said, after my first sip.

  “Jackie no sooner walked in the door when Catey stormed in behind her.”

  “Catey’s not old enough to drive. How did she get here?”

  Charles wrapped his hands around his cup as if he was cold. “I guess her best friend’s mom dropped her off.”

  Before we could finish our conversation, Gemma Olivetti, my junior detective, peeked into the kitchen. “Mimi, you have a visitor.”

  Gemma was still that age where miniskirts were appropriate, and she flaunted it. The tight beige skirt and even tighter monochrome shirt would have looked ridiculous on anyone older, or less fit. Gemma wore it like a second skin she’d lived in all her life.

  “Who is it?” I wasn’t ready to see people yet. I hadn’t even finished my coffee.

  “I didn’t even ask his name,” Gemma said, perplexed. “It’s just that he’s so freaking hot, he caught me off guard when he asked for you.”

  I raised my brows. “Excuse me?”

  “I mean, usually when the guy at the front desk is that sexy, he’s asking for Charles.” She looked at Charles and winked.

  “Maybe he is here for me. You know Charles and Mimi sound similar. Are you sure you aren’t mistaken?” Charles stood before I did.

  I wasn’t even out of my seat before Charles sprinted toward reception. Good, I’d have a minute or two before I had to deal with the day. I’d barely gotten my cup rinsed out when Charles was back.

  “You are not going to believe who’s here.”

  Before I could guess, a tall man, dressed in a white Oxford shirt and navy slacks, entered the kitchen. He took my breath away. Part of it was his good looks, but part of it was that I never expected to see him again. We just didn’t run in the same circles, as he was a computer whiz, and I could barely open a can of Cheese Whiz.

  “Sebastian,” I breathed. “What are you doing here?”

  It had been a few months since I’d seen him. He was the boyfriend, or rather ex-boyfriend, of the girl that had been murdered. Sebastian was indeed sexy, and I could see how even the luscious Gemma would be taken aback by him, but he was also a bit scary. His dark wavy hair and tanned skin only made his blue eyes that much more blue. To keep myself from getting too hormonal, I tried to remember the details of the sleeve of tattoos covering his arms. When he pushed up his sleeves, the blanket of ink reminded me that we came from very different worlds.

  “It’s been awhile.” His genuine smile beamed. “I thought since things have settled a bit, maybe we could talk.”

  I looked over to Charles, giving him the “I’ve got it from here” look, dismissing him. Being Charles, he completely ignored me.

  “Sebastian, how goes the game?” Charles poured himself another cup of coffee. He was settling in.

  “We had to call it quits for a bit. The PR campaign sort of fell apart after the murder and all. But Henry, Eugene and I have a meeting next week.” Sebastian looked back to me. “Is there a place we can talk?”

  I looked at Charles, who was thoroughly enjoying my discomfort.

  Sebastian was not only the ex-boyfriend of the murder victim, he had been a suspect. Among other things, he was also quite fond of me for some reason. Since he was at least ten years younger than me, I never took him seriously.

  “Let’s go into my office.” I poured more coffee into the cup I’d just rinsed, so I could have something to do with my hands. “Coffee?”

  “No, thanks.”

  I walked to my office and felt like a huge shadow was hanging over me. Did I mention Sebastian was more than six feet tall?

  I sat at my desk and motioned for him to take a chair on the other side. It hadn’t been that long since his dead ex-girlfriend had been sitting in that same chair. He sat, and I felt better with the desk between us. I couldn’t imagine why he was here.

  “Okay, this is going to sound, I don’t know, stalkerish.” Sebastian wasn’t his normal cocky self.

  “Stalkerish?” I asked.

  “Look, I’m just going to say this, and don’t interrupt me, or I won’t get through it.”

  “Okay.” Oops.

  “I’ve been thinking about you ever since you came to see me that day. I know the timing was bad, and I should never have been so forward with you. Then the whole alibi thing and sex with Esme, and Susan, and then, uh, Esme. I just want you to know, I’ve forced myself to wait this long to come see you. I’m not a creep, I’m not crazy, and I know the tattoos and the vampire thing sort of put you off, but I’m really a nice guy. Sure, I was a bit full of myself about the girls, but you are a woman.” Sebastian was rambling.

  “Wait.” I stood up. “Just wait a minute. Why exactly are you here?”

  “I want you to have lunch with me,” Sebastian blurted out.

  “No, no, no. I thought we talked about this. I’m so much older than you, and I’m not looking for a boyfriend.” I walked around my desk to show him the door.

  Sebastian stood. “It’s not like that. I haven’t been with anyone since that day. And it’s just lunch.”

  I wanted to be flattered, but I was grossed out by the fact that he had sex with Esme the night she died. Then again, who was I to judge? I wasn’t perfect, and I’d had sex with more than one man in my life. Truth be told, I was flattered.

  “Just lunch?” Was I really giving in that easily?

  “Just lunch between friends,” Sebastian said. “We can see if maybe you might be able to really like me.”

  I had to laugh. He had no idea what he was getting into. “And maybe, you’ll stop liking me.”

  He laughed. “So it’s a date? When and where?”

  I looked over at my desk. I didn’t want to go through my Blackberry and “fit him in” so I said, “Leave me your card and I’ll call you. I’ll know more about my schedule after our morning staff meeting.”

  Sebastian pulled his wallet from his pocket and slipped a business card out. He handed it to me, and then leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “Thanks. I’m really looking forward to it.”

  I stood frozen in place and watched Sebastian walk out of my office.

  As soon as the front door closed, Charles arrived in my office. Close on his heels was a frazzled looking Jackie.

  “Wait until I tell Nick,” Charles purred.

  Nick, or rather Detective Nick Christianson, was the homicide cop from the murder we investigated. Nick also happened to be my college playmate, as in we had sex but weren’t dating. It ended badly.

  “What on earth would you tell Nick for?” If he told Nick, I’d kill him. I didn’t care if I’d have to hire another computer forensics expert.

  “He always said Sebastian had the hots for you.” Charles sat in the same chair Sebastian had just vacated. “Oh, I can still feel him.”

  Jackie stood there, silent, which was very uncharacteristic of my friend.

  “So Jackie, do we need to have a powwow?” I wanted to focus on something else and this was perfect.

  Jackie sat on the chair next to Charles. “I’m so sorry about the yelling. Thank goodness we didn’t have any clients in this morning.”

  Jackie had been my friend since we were kids. We had been through a lot together. When I looked at her sitting there, she looked more stressed than I’d ever seen her. Believe me, I’ve seen her stressed. I was there when her skanky ex-husband left her. She�
�d been quite a bit heavier then. The best thing to ever happen, next to having her kids, was Bradley leaving her. She got her confidence back, lost weight, and came to work for me. She’s now the epitome of fashion for women over 30. Today, she wore skinny jeans with layered t-shirts in pastels of violet, blue and grey. The colors looked good with her pale skin and red hair.

  “I’m not remotely worried about the yelling. I’m worried about you and Catey.”

  She leaned forward and put her face in her hands. “She’s been acting weird lately.”

  “Weird? In what way?”

  “She doesn’t go out with her friends as much. She stays in her room with the door closed, and is either texting or typing away on her computer.” Jackie looked up. “It’s just not like her.”

  Charles had changed moods considerably. “So you took her laptop and cell phone. Good for you.”

  “That’s what the fight was about. She wouldn’t give me the passwords, so I took them. I didn’t sneak them away. I told her exactly what I was doing.” She sat back in the chair and ran her fingers through her hair.

  I looked at her messed up bangs and wanted to straighten them, but it was just a distraction from the situation at hand. I hated to get involved in family matters. Well, wait, that’s what I do for a living: I follow cheating spouses. Never mind.

  “Where’s the computer?” Charles asked. “Let me take a look at it.”

  “Hold up there, Wiley Coyote. Let’s get the whole story, so you know what you are looking for,” I said.

  Jackie looked at me. “I think she’s been talking to a boy online. I mean like sexting him.”

  “What the hell?” Sexting, was that even a word?

  Charles looked at me like I was a six-year-old. “It’s the new phone sex. They text each other dirty messages, pictures, and whatnot.”

  I was immediately intrigued and repulsed. “So how do you know they were sexting if you can’t get past the passwords?”

  “She had a picture I didn’t recognize as her wallpaper on her phone. It was a really cute boy, but no one I knew. When I asked her who he was, she got defensive. I mean really defensive. Then she stopped leaving her laptop open, and every time I open it, it asks for a password. I’ve tried everything.”

  Charles leaned in close to Jackie and asked, “Have you thought about the possibility that it’s an older boy she’s texting and talking to?”

  I could see Jackie holding her breath, trying not to cry. “I tried to talk to her about it, you know, ask what his name was, how old he was, but she shut down on me. She’s always shared with me. So I asked Corey. He said not to worry; they haven’t even talked on the phone or anything. He said she met him on a social site. I guess they have a lot of mutual friends, and he’s interested in the same things she is.”

  Corey is Catey’s twin brother.

  “Red flag,” Charles said quietly.

  “Huge red flag,” Jackie agreed. “But then I thought, maybe I’m just being a paranoid mom. Last night, I lay awake in bed and thought about what could happen to my daughter, as if I wasn’t paranoid enough. So I brought the computer and Catey’s phone to work.”

  Charles’s computer forensics work is sought after, even by the Naval Postgraduate School in Monterey, so he’s our man for this kind of job. In cases like this, Charles’s computer skills save us from a wild goose chase.

  Charles and I stood at the same time. “Let’s go take a look,” I said.

  “Better yet, why don’t I take a look, and I’ll let you know what I come up with. I do better without a couple of hens pecking at me while I work.” Charles headed out without waiting for an answer.

  “Are you going to be okay?” I could see the fear in Jackie’s eyes.

  “Depends on what Charles comes up with. If it’s just a simple teenage crush with a boy from Wisconsin, I’m good. I’m not even going to think about the alternative. Oh, Mimi, you’re so lucky you don’t have kids.”

  I didn’t know about lucky. The reason I didn’t have kids was because my husband died. I was barely used to the idea of being married when he went on a business trip and his plane crashed. He and the people he was with were never found. The wreckage spanned several miles, so finding parts was nearly impossible.

  Not that I was planning a family even when Dominic was still alive. Lord knows his mother asked me about it every chance she got. I was pretty sure if she’d gotten a hold of my birth control pills, she’d have switch them for sugar pills. She wanted grandkids, and Dominic was her only child. Strange for an Italian family to only have one child, but apparently Dominic was a miracle baby.

  My heart still aches every day, knowing the crash was so bad there weren’t even pieces to bury. I can’t imagine how his mom handles it. And I’m not in a place to ask either, since his family has broken all contact with me.

  “I don’t know about that. Maybe someday things will work out for me and I’ll be in a situation to have a family.” I sat back at my desk and sipped my coffee, which was lukewarm now.

  “I’m sorry, Mimi, that was insensitive. I didn’t mean it like that.” Jackie looked on the verge of tears.

  “Don’t worry about it. I’m not even in the market for a boyfriend, much less a family.” I laughed. And I meant it. I was good with where my life was.

  I wasn’t about to admit that the thought of Nick and I getting nearly naked on my couch flashed in my mind daily. It had been months since Charles, and his primo timing, had interrupted Nick and I in the throes of passion. And I was better for it. Even though I could still feel Nick on top of me when I thought about it, it was best that we never got further than a make out session.

  “Speaking of boyfriends, have you talked to Nick lately?”

  This was a conversation I didn’t want to have. Since Jackie was my friend from high school, she’d been around when Nick and I had our “thing.” She’d kept telling me that I couldn’t have sex without getting my heart broken. I kept telling her I was fine. I wasn’t fine, and Nick and I parted ways our junior year of college. Even though his NFL career kept him in the news, we never kept in contact, so it was a shocker when he turned out to be the homicide detective on the Esme Bailey murder case.

  “Nope.” I tried to sound casual. “We did work well together on that case, but it was strictly professional. And since I haven’t come across any dead bodies lately, there’s no reason for us to see each other.”

  “You know there’s more to it than that.” Jackie knew me too well.

  “Not so much. Besides, I have a lunch date. A real date, mind you.” I grinned. I thought about lunch with Sebastian. I would be a cougar.

  Jackie stood. “Who?”

  “Sebastian.” She knew who he was, though she’d never met him.

  “The creeper from the vampire murder?” She grabbed my cup. “Come on. Let’s eat something while we’re waiting for Charles.”

  “He’s not a creeper,” I said, as I followed her to the kitchen. I wasn’t sure why I felt the need to defend him.

  Jackie rummaged through the kitchen cabinets and pulled out some crackers, peanut butter, and honey. I refilled my coffee cup and poured a cup for her.

  She smeared peanut butter on the crackers and licked the excess off the knife. “Well, Charles likes him, but that doesn’t mean anything. I thought his involvement with those two girls was a bit gross. I mean having sex with two girls who lived together? Yuck.”

  “He’s young,” I said, by way of defense.

  “Oh, that’s a good reason to bang best friends.” Jackie sat the plate of crackers on the table.

  I looked at them longingly, wanting to eat every cracker, but then I looked down at my hips. I’m pretty sure I gained at least ten pounds in the last couple of months. Hoping and waiting for a phone call will make a girl eat more than she should. What I should have done was spend those anxious minutes (okay, hours) running. One cracker, I told myself, I could have one.

  As my luck would have it, Charles walked back into
the room just as I stuffed the peanut butter goodness into my mouth. He didn’t say anything, but his gaze lingered on my hips. I wanted to flip him off.

  “There’d better be one on that plate for me.” Charles reached out with his manicured hand and snatched up a cracker.

  “Don’t you dare put that in your mouth until you give me some information,” Jackie snapped. She was serious, but there was a playful edge.

  Charles’s hand stopped midway to his mouth. He held the cracker there. “As a matter of fact…” He stuffed the cracker in his mouth, and I swear he purred.

  “Bitch,” Jackie said, and laughed.

  Charles may be a fop, in his white Jeans and denim colored V-neck sweater that fit like a glove, but his manners didn’t always keep up with his style. “You wish,” he said around the peanut butter in his mouth. “But I do have a little something.”

  CHAPTER 2

  I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or more frustrated after Charles offered up his information. I understood it was the best he could do for the moment, but the waiting was killing me, so I could only imagine what it was doing to Jackie.

  “I promise I’ll have more by the end of the day.” Charles grabbed another cracker. At this point, he was the only person eating.

  Jackie said, “Please explain it to me one more time.”

  Charles actually swallowed before speaking. “Hacking the passwords was easy. I mean it’s just the basic interface that came with the laptop. After I had that password, it was easy to hack into her email and social networking accounts. Once I was in, I found a series of emails and social posts from a guy named Dylan Frederick. I’m pretty sure it’s not his real name. And by the way, your daughter needs to update her email provider to something more secure.”

  Impatient now, Jackie said, “I got that part. Thanks for writing down the passwords. I think I’ll just give Catey back her laptop and phone, and tell her I changed my mind. She doesn’t need to know you hacked in. But now what? I mean, I don’t get the whole IP address thing.”

  Charles jumped up and sat on the kitchen counter. “The IP address is kind of like a P.O. box. It’s a locator. Most people can only get the service provider information and maybe a city, if they’re lucky.” He put his fingers close to his mouth, breathed a fog on them, and polished them on his shirt. “But I can get you the exact location.”