Free Fight Dirty by CJ Lyons Page B

speculation. Evidence.” She glanced around them, the house almost totally dark except for a single light over the front door, the porch shadow looming over them in the dim light of the setting sun. “Le t’s get back to the office.” She handed her car keys to Andre. “I’ll ride with Morgan, meet you there.”
    Jenna said nothing as Morgan steered them past the gates surrounding the Greenes’ mansion and down the lane. Instead she seemed to be waiting for Morgan. To do what? Apologize for walking out earlier?
    Finally Jenna made a humphring noise deep in her throat as if sh e’d swallowed a nasty piece of gristle but was too polite to spit it out. “I don’t like our clients.”
    Morgan resisted the urge to roll her eyes. For someone trained in objectively collecting and evaluating evidence, Jenna was one of the most judgmental people Morgan had ever met.
    “But,” Jenna continued, “you did good back there. Playing them off each other, trying to get them to expose what was really going on. Too bad i t’s clear we won’t find the truth behind BreeAnn a’s death inside her home. Which means ther e’s only one place left to go.”
    As if Morgan hadn’t already figured that out. “So you’re inviting me onto the team?”
    “We both know the word team isn’t in your vocabulary. You’ll do wha t’s best for you, Morgan. Which means I can’t trust you. Never have and never will.”
    Morgan was silent. Couldn’t really argue with that. But Jenna needed her if she was going to save this case and grab Green e’s business for the firm.
    “But,” Jenna continued, “I am willing to offer you a trial run.”
    “How generous of you, seeing as I’ll be the one locked up behind bars.”
    “And there will be some ground rules. First, Andre has to sign on. After I tell him the truth about who you are.”
    “Already told you I have no problem with that. You’re the one keeping secrets from him, not me.”
    Jenna cut in, her words overlapping Morga n’s as if what Morgan had to say didn’t matter. “Second, you and I start on a clean slate. No more spying, no more threats about exposing anything you may think you have on me.”
    “Not think, know,” Morgan muttered. Did Jenna have any idea how much she sounded just like the Greenes? Superior and entitled?
    “And finally, anything happens, anything goes wrong”—Jenn a’s tone dropped—“and I go to the authorities, turn you in.”
    “For what? Ther e’s no warrants out, not on me.” Only thing Morga n’s father had ever done for her—kept silent about her part in things. Mostly because he was covering his own ass, but sh e’d take what she could get.
    “I’m sure I can think of something.” Jenna twisted in her seat to face Morgan. “Do we have a deal?”
    Since Morgan was getting exactly what she wanted—invited on board the Galloway and Stone team—the answer was yes. But she knew Jenna needed to feel like sh e’d somehow outmaneuvered her.
    “Are you going to make me go undercover at ReNew?” Morgan asked in a petulant tone. Sh e’d already decided sh e’d go—her curiosity about Bre e’s death was too strong to ignore and Jenna was right, ReNew was the place where sh e’d find the answers.
    “Tha t’s part of the package. All or none. Are you in or not?”
    Morgan drew out a dramatic sigh. “I’m in.”

CHAPTER 12
    M organ spent the night worming her way into Bre e’s online life. The most exciting thing she found was that by mentioning Steven Moffat on Tumblr, Bree had stumbled into the middle of a Whovian GIF war. Since Bree shared everything with her own page, it seemed she enjoyed the attention from both sides, accidental as it was.
    Eight hours later and that and the slutty-party pix were the sum of Bre e’s social life—her entire life—as best that Morgan could document. She hadn’t been able to find more explicit photos from the party where Bree had been drugged. Made her wonder who had come along to clean