Catch Me If You Can
An excerpt from the novel by L.B. Gregg
Available Now from Samhain Publishing
“Hey. Take a look at this.”
Dan was in the second bedroom, a guestroom as beautiful as the rest of the place. A four-poster king-sized bed took up most of the room.
“What?” I grouched.
The front door rattled and, horrified, I grabbed Dan by the jacket. “I knew this would happen.”
I dragged him toward the closet, but it was overflowing with neatly hung clothing and stacks of shoeboxes. I gaped in shock. “Ferragamo?”
Dan nodded toward the armoire. I shook my head.
We both stared at the bed.
There was a lot of clearance, given the thing had stairs. I lifted the bed skirt. “Slide under.”
The front door opened to the sound of Shep’s charming, lackadaisical voice as we scurried under the bed like the fearful intruders we were. I flipped the bed skirt down. There was barely three inches of space to see. Dan lay flat to better watch the hall, although what we would do if we were discovered wasn’t clear to me. I just closed my eyes and concentrated on not hyperventilating.
“Calm down, Romano.”
I peeked and Dan wasn’t paying attention to the crack of daylight. He watched me. I swear he was laughing. I nodded stiffly. I’d have to accept that I was a source of entertainment for the demented detective.
Shep’s voice got weaker momentarily—perhaps he’d gone into the bathroom or the kitchen, and another voice, this one female, filled the apartment.
“That’s Estelle. His agent,” I whispered.
She was loud. “I don’t care. You need to do as you’re told or this thing is going to fall through and this is a huge opportunity. You signed a contract, Mac.”
“I know. I don’t think anyone knows.”
“Everyone knows. You could have warned me last night. I had to listen to him rant for half an hour. That bastard will sue us both. Don’t fuck this up.”
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