Page 47 of Her Elusive Cowboy Billionaire

Chase turned toward her, snapping the book closed.“White’s is where she was killed.I wonder if the police know of a Marco that lives at near Sixth and Downing?We’ll ask when we give this to the police.We have to let them investigate.I’ll do whatever I can legally do.”

“This could be the information they need to finally have a lead on a suspect in her death.”She placed a hand on his thigh.“I’m sorry for the rest of it.I’m sure it must hurt.”

He shook his head and stood.Then he paced to the windows and stared out.“I knew something was wrong between us, but I never thought the problem was another man.”He ran both hands through his hair.“She’s right, you know.I do work too much.I didn’t notice she was so unhappy.”

Meri walked to the windows and stood beside him.“Did Paige have a job?What was she supposed to be doing that night?”

“No, she didn’t have a job.She was supposed to be at a concert with her friends.They were all questioned and weren’t any help.They all said that she’d been with them.”

Meri fisted her hands.“With this new evidence, they might be persuaded to tell the truth and explain why they lied.”

“Perhaps.I’ll run this,” he shook the diary, “by the detective in charge of the case and see what he wants to do.After I’ve made a copy of these pages.Just in case the diary is somehow…misplaced.As a matter-of-fact, I’ll keep the original and give the detective the copy.But I want to re-question them myself and take the information to the police.They’ll have a harder time turning me down in person.These women won’t get away with lying a second time.”

She laid a hand on his back in what she hoped was a comforting gesture.“Do you know where they work?Or perhaps have them meet you at your office here.Then you can get them all together.How many people are we talking about?”

He gazed down at her.“Just three.Carissa Tyson, Lacey Cooper and Emma Foster.I have an employee who’s great at digging up information.I’ll have their contact info in no time.I’ll give them each a call.”

“Great.When do you think we should do this?”

“I’ll get Wade right on it.”He pulled his phone from his pocket and began swiping his finger over the face.Then he put it to his ear.“Hi, Wade.I need current information on three women asap.They are Carissa Tyson, Lacey Cooper and Emma Foster.”He put his phone back in his pocket.

“What do we want to ask them?”

“Why they lied about where Paige was that night?And tell them we have proof she wasn’t at the concert, as they claimed.”

“Okay.Anything else?”

He turned away from the window.“I want to know who this Marco character is and how long Paige had been seeing him.”His phone buzzed.He took it out of his pocket and answered it.“Harper.”He listened.“That was fast even for you, Wade.”Again he listened.“Great.Thanks.”He shoved his phone into his pocket.

“You already know where there are?”

“Yes.He’s texting me the contacts for each of the women.Apparently, they are all still working.None are married.”He rolled his eyes.“Why am I not surprised?”

“You make the calls and I’ll change my shirt.I’m assuming you want them in here as soon as possible.”

“I do.I’ll tell them to be here by three o’clock.That gives them an hour.”

“Okay.Are we meeting them here or in your office?”

“The office.”

“Then I’ll be right back.I want to change my shirt to something more professional.”

He held his phone and pressed the call button before putting it to his ear.“No hurry.I’ll wait and we can go down together.”

She nodded and hurried to her room.There she pulled a white oxford shirt from the closet.Then she removed her t-shirt and donned the other one.

She looked in the full-length mirror on the back of the door and decided to put on dressier pants than her jeans.She pulled on a pair of black slacks and a pair of gold hoop earrings.That will have to do.

Meri headed back out to the living room.“I’m ready.”

Chase looked her up and down.“You look very nice.”

“Thank you.Have you called them all?”

“I have, they will be here,” he looked at his Rolex.“in about thirty minutes.I also called the police and told them about the diary.”

“Good.Shall we go?”