Free How To Kill Friends And Implicate People by Jay Stringer

sense. I couldn’t put my finger on why, but I felt she was holding something back. Kara is slick and professional. Everything she’d said had convinced me her husband was cheating on her, but there was more to it.
    Still, it was a paying job, so I told Kara I’d look into it. I didn’t need to quote prices or hourly rates, because she already knew the details. The phone app allows clients to keep track of how many hours I’ve logged on their case.
    Chris let me into the office to change back into the cargo shorts, and I rolled my suit up back into the bag. Chris worked really hard at acting like he wasn’t trying to look. I gave him top marks for the effort. I cycled back out onto the canal path and rode for a few hundred yards, enough to make sure I was out of earshot of the stadium. Then I called my brother.
    He answered straight away. ‘Take the job?’
    ‘You don’t even know what it is yet.’
    ‘True. But I know the client, and they pay on time. So, take the job?’
    I shook my head, which was pointless on the phone. ‘It’s not the club. Kara’s hiring me privately.’
    Phil didn’t answer straight away. He was thinking it through. ‘Okay. So, there’s gossip, then?’
    ‘She says her husband is cheating on her. But, I don’t know, something feels off.’
    ‘She’s good for the money though, aye?’
    ‘She’ll be good for all the extra hours we charge her, totally.’ It was my turn to pause. ‘But I want to keep my eyes on her for a while. Something feels a little off here.’
    Phil saw what was coming. ‘Oh no, no no, nu uh.’
    ‘Phil—’
    ‘Not happening. You do the legwork, not me.’
    I changed my tone, went for the pleading sister trick. It usually worked. ‘Please, Phil. You can keep all the money for the hours you work. I just don’t like the idea that she’s playing us. I want to see what she’s up to, and you can follow her husband for a while.’
    I could hear in his response that my tone change had worked. He hadn’t said Yes yet, but he was getting there. ‘Not that you’re letting your previous get in the way here.’
    I played innocent. ‘What do you mean?’
    ‘Well, she did tell your boy toy to dump you, right? In some worlds, that would mean the two of you are now mortal enemies. Locked in a rivalry that can only be settled by a fight to the death. I saw a movie about it, The Hunger Games .’
    ‘That wasn’t a documentary, Philomena.’
    ‘Aye, I suppose. But what I’m meaning is, I know people who would pay good money to see that. Can we talk about broadcasting rights?’
    ‘You’re not helping.’
    ‘No way. The fight would be all down to you. I’d hold the camera, though. Do some commentary.’
    ‘You know what I mean.’
    ‘You know what I mean, too. You and Kara have previous. I know you don’t like her, but are you sure that’s not influencing you here? Just because she’s a bitch, doesn’t mean she can’t be right about this. Especially since a man is involved. A man will stick his dick in anything. Well, anything except me, it seems.’
    ‘Phil—’
    ‘Sorry.’
    ‘But I take your point. You’re right, I don’t like her, and I’d love for her to be wrong about this, or trying something on. But, you know, I still think I’m right. My gut says something is off here, and I want to stick close to her for a while.’
    ‘Jeezo, a girl uncovers one massive conspiracy, and suddenly she’s Jim Rockford. Okay, I’ll play along. But remember, I’m getting the money for these hours.’
    ‘Thanks, I’ll owe you one.’
    ‘Yep.’
    My phone had vibrated a couple of times while we were talking. The sign of either a voicemail or SMS. My handset was on its last legs, and the screen was prone to freezing. I sat for a couple of minutes while it still said I was on the call to Phil, even though he’d hung up. I used all the skills I would have picked up on an IT course, and switched the phone off and on again. Once it had restarted, I could see