Free 04 - Shock and Awesome by Camilla Chafer Page B

a thing. You?"
     
          "Not yet."
     
          "Actually..." I paused, pursing my lips as I thought about not what was in the files, but what wasn't. "Actually, I can't see an obvious motive for any of these four guys to be the thief. Are you sure the suspect pool isn't wider?"
     
          "I asked the same thing. Helen Callery assures me the criteria she narrowed the suspects down to was stringent. I had Lucas double-check and he agrees, but if we don't get any leads, we'll start on the next pool." He must have seen me pull a face. "Look on the bright side," he told me, amusement in his eyes. "Free dinner. No washing up."
     
          "Yeah, can hardly wait. Just me, a millionaire, oh, and you listening at the end of the wire. How romantic."
     
          "Sounds a lot better than some dates."
     
          "I'll think of it as practice."
     
          Solomon paused. "What for?"
     
          "For real dating."
     
          Solomon's eyes darkened for the briefest of moments, then he gave me a puzzled look and shook his head. "I left the keys for my neighbors’ place at the office. I should have given them to you earlier so you could check it out. Thanks for the ride, Lexi ."
     
            A car honked behind me and I pulled in towards the sidewalk to allow it to pass. "Anytime, boss," I replied although I hoped he wouldn't take me too literally. Solomon climbed out and by the time the other car passed, Solomon had ascended the steps to his house and was pulling keys from his jacket pocket. Not that he needed them. As I watched, the door to his home flew open and a startlingly beautiful young woman stepped into the doorway. She was nearly as tall as he, with straight black hair that hung to her elbows, and a perfect, hourglass figure. She was wearing a dark brown pencil dress only a few shades darker than her flawless skin. She threw her arms around Solomon and drew him inside.
     
          The door shut behind them without a backward glance, leaving me to wonder just what Solomon's plans were that made him hurry home, and did those plans include the glamazon who was waiting for his arrival?
     
     
       
     
           
     
           
     
          Chapter Five
     

     
           
     
          After three days of failed and uninspired apartment hunting, combined with frustrated lurking and monotonous thumb-twiddling at the office, I scored my first date with a millionaire.
     
          "It's on," said Solomon, his head suddenly emerging from the office. We'd barely spoken since the night I dropped him off, and honestly, I wasn't sure if I were sulking or not. Seriously, just how beautiful was that woman who opened the door? She was clearly younger than I too. Did I wait so long for him to make a move that I forfeited the opportunity to make one of my own? Not that I even planned to make a move. I was still a big, old pile of confusion when it came to the men in my life. "Go home and change. I sent the details to your phone and there's a Ferrari Italia in the lot downstairs. Enjoy." He tossed me the keys and I caught them, quick as a flash. It surprised the hell out of me. Catching something, that is, not the cool car. "What color is it?" I asked breathlessly.
     
          "Like there's a whole bunch of Ferraris to choose from," laughed Solomon. "Go!"
     
          I was out of there as fast as my four-inch heels could carry me, and minutes later, I made excited, squeaking noises as I slid into the cool leather interior of the cherry red Ferrari.
     
          If this was how millionaires felt, I wanted to do it every day. I exited the Ferrari and planted my hard-earned Louboutin heels on the sidewalk, handing the keys to the valet before strutting towards the glass facade of the art gallery to meet suspect number one, David Markham. The gallery took up the first floor of what was once clearly an industrial building of some kind. On first glance, not a lot of work was