Page 77 of Wicked Design
“Van Gogh.” He offered his hand. “Clover’s friend. Nice to meet you.”
Alice dropped the phone into her shirt pocket then gripped his fingers harder than he did hers. “Same here.”
“I’ve called and sent her texts. She’s not answering. I’m worried.”
She stared at his bullet-hole tats.
“If you need someone to vouch for me, call Jasmina, your former tenant. Call Tor, too. He’s with Marnie, your other former tenant. Tor, Jasmina, and I work together at Wicked Brand. We can do a conference call.” Van Gogh pulled out his smartphone.
Alice put up her hand. “No need to bother them. Clover’s at a jewelry convention. Didn’t she tell you?”
“I’ve been out of town.”
“She didn’t call or send a text?”
His answer hadn’t fooled Alice. Not that he could tell her the sorry truth about how he’d behaved with Clover. “I came here tonight to surprise her. She wasn’t expecting me to return so soon.”
Alice tapped the bat against her calf. “She left me the event brochure before she took off. In case I needed to contact her about anything.”
“Can I see it? Please.”
“Come on down.”
