The devil

Chapter 19 Cain

“Don’t you Hello Katrina me, asshole. I spoke to the Independent Chronicle earlier and they said the last time they spoke to Jodie was before she left the office to go to your house.”

Milton frowns. “Is this true?”

I swallow hard. “Yes, she was conducting an interview with Eden.”

“Right,” Katrina says, and I notice she’s slurring her words. The drink in her hand is half empty, but I’m willing to bet my next paycheck it’s not her first of the night. Not her second or third either. “She had an interview at your house and then she vanished after.” Her drink splashes over the rim. “Well, not before you went on a rampage, kicked her out, and got her fired.”

“Her questions were inappropriate and upsetting my stepdaughter.”

“Oh, please. That’s rich coming from you of all people.”

I can feel everyone’s eyes on us now. “Look, Katrina, I know you and your husband—” I look at the man beside her. If memory serves, he’s an assistant to the DA. Fuck. “Are concerned about—”

“So concerned they’re attending a party while their daughter is missing,” Margaret interjects.

Katrina’s mouth drops open. “How dare you.”

“How dare I what? Tell you what everyone here is thinking? I might not have children, but I do know if I were missing, the last place my father—the governor—would be is at a party.”

Milton nods. “My daughter is absolutely correct. I’m sorry for what you’re going through, but it doesn’t give you the right to point fingers and attack an i

The crushing feeling in my chest dissipates a little. When Governor Bexley speaks, people listen.  

Katrina’s husband takes hold of her elbow. “Come on, Katrina. I think we’re done here. Let’s go home.”

Evidently, Katrina doesn’t agree because she gets close to my face. “Your sweet mayor act won’t work on me.”

Straightening my spine, I look her right in the eyes. “Katrina you’re emotional and—”

“Still carrying a torch for you,” Margaret cuts in with a flick of her wrist. “Everyone in town knows you cheated on Cain and followed him around like a desperate puppy for years when he wouldn’t take you back.” She grabs my hand. “Sorry, Katrina, but he’s taken. Now I suggest you take your husband’s advice and go home before you embarrass yourself even more.”

Maybe marrying Margaret isn’t such a bad idea after all. She can certainly hold her own.

“Let’s go,” her husband barks.

Katrina shakes her head. “So help me God if you had anything to do with my stepdaughter’s disappearance, I will end you.”

Keeping my expression impassive, I look at the security guard standing in the corner of the room.

Margaret’s grip on my hand tightens. “You don’t have to stand here and take this. Let’s go dance.”

“Just you wait,” Katrina shouts as the security guard escorts her out. “After he’s done using you, he’ll dump your ass.”