Free Dangerous Bond (Jamie Bond Mysteries Book 4) by Gemma Halliday, Jennifer Fischetto

the head. Clearly the guy in the suit was the brains of the operation.
    "Roger was a cool dude," Heavy finally answered. "He wasn't all pompous like some of those celebrities get."
    Maybe because he wasn't really a celebrity, unless you were a mayo groupie. But I bit back the smart remark, letting Heavy continue.
    "He was a laid-back cat. Had a thing for Guinness. Boy, that man could down a pint like nobody's business." He chuckled, and his belly shook. Then he got serious. "I didn't kill him."
    No one had asked him that. Was he feeling guilty about something?
    "Did he ever discuss his personal life? Ever mention any enemies?" I asked.
    "Nah," he said, lowering himself into an office chair. It groaned under his weight. Clearly it didn't believe Heavy was slimming down by eating hot pastramis any more than I did.
    "What about any issues at work?" I pushed.
    Heavy shook his head. "None that he mentioned. Those Hoagies dudes took care of him right. You know what I mean?"
    The man couldn't have led a charmed life. If he had, he wouldn't have been dead.
    "Had he been getting along with his wife?" Sam jumped in.
    Heavy leaned back in his chair and smiled. "Yeah, it was great, when she wasn't spending all his money and robbing the dude blind."
    That was exactly what I was afraid of.
    "Anything else you can tell me about Roger?" I grasped, feeling like I was losing our audience.
    Johnson and Heavy shook their heads in unison. Heavy crossed his arms over his chest.
    "We done?" While it was ostensibly a question, the tone in his voice didn't leave much room for argument.
    I nodded, and Sam and I left before we overstayed our welcome. I wasn't sure what happened to people who overstayed in Heavy's world, but I was sure I didn't want to find out. Plus, I wanted to get out of there with four tires.
    "You believe that alibi?" Sam asked as we made our way back out into the blaring sunshine.
    I shrugged. "Hard to say. Johnson could have easily been lying for him."
    Sam nodded. "That's what I was thinking too."
    "Though, I'm not sure why he'd want Roger dead. I mean, if he was counting on him as a weight loss coach, it's better to have him alive, right?"
    "Unless Heavy wasn't losing weight," Sam pointed out.
    I glanced back up at the building. Honestly? Heavy seemed like the kind of guy who'd kill over a couple of pounds without any qualms.
    "So," Sam asked as we walked back to my car (which was thankfully untouched except for a small offering from a pigeon), "what now?"
    I fished my phone out of my bag and checked the time. "I figure Bristol has surrendered herself and is in police custody right now. Might be a good time to ask the ADA how solid her alibi is."

CHAPTER SIX
     
    I dropped Sam off at the office and headed across town in midafternoon traffic to the DA's. That wasn't an easy feat to accomplish without stress. Let's just say that by the time I pulled up to the government building, my chanting monks and soothing lavender had turned to thoughts of a martini with a Rueben and onion ring chaser.
    When I stepped off the elevator, a receptionist I'd never seen before sat behind the front desk. She was young—couldn't have been more than twenty-five. Her bright-auburn hair sat on top of her head in a confused state. I couldn't figure out if she'd just pinned up the back, not caring about the ends that lay haphazardly, or if it had been a bun and the bobby pins jumped ship. Either way, she needed a mirror and a comb.
    Self-consciously, I smoothed the back of my head with my hand, making sure my hair didn't follow suit.
    The receptionist looked up to me and gave me a huge smile. "Hello, may I help you?" Her voice was high pitched and lilting, and I definitely heard a Valley Girl twang.
    "Hi. I'm Jamie Bond here to see ADA Prince." For some reason I ran a nervous palm down the side of my black pencil skirt.
    "Do you have an appointment?" the receptionist asked.
    "Uh…" I hadn't expected this to be difficult. I just needed to pop my head