Free Unbreakable Bond by Gemma Halliday Page A

cocktail waitress at Club Dante," said Maya, switching to another screen. "If her electronic fund transfers are any indication."
    "I know that place. It’s off Sunset," Caleigh jumped in. "It's nice. Swanky. I saw a Kardashian there last month."
    "She’s married to Miguel Martinez," Maya continued.
    "Why does his name sound familiar?" Danny asked.
    Maya clicked away at the keyboard, pulling up another window. "Miguel Martinez was arrested and sent to prison for aggravated assault last summer. He held up a liquor store and beat the clerk, who needed twenty stitches and suffered a concussion."
    "I remember that story," Danny said, nodding as recognition dawned. "Double-jointed Brandy talked about it non-stop one night. She lived around the corner from the store."
    Fascinating stuff, Danny.
    "Miguel’s no longer in prison. He died... oh."
    "Oh?" I asked, leaning forward to read the screen.
    "He died just last month. Stabbed by another inmate," Maya said.
    Danny moved his head up and down with slow, deliberate nods, a stupid grin plastered on his face. "Shanked."
    Caleigh, peering over Maya’s shoulder, tapped the screen with a fingernail. "He was sentenced by Judge Waterston."
    Damn. Talk about motive for revenge. The excitement buzzed through me, like a fluorescent light flickering to life.
    Danny and I exchanged ah-ha glances. "I’ll get the van," he said and hurried outside.
    "Maya, jot down her address." I ran to my office and strapped on my holster and gun. I shrugged into my jacket, and slid my phone into a pocket.
    When I turned, Caleigh leaned in the doorframe.
    "Are you sure it’s okay to go out there? What about the police?"
    Her concern made me smile. "I’ll be fine. If the cops knew about Donna, they’d also have the killer and no longer need me for anything. When I get back, this will be all over, and we can concentrate on our other clients."
    I squeezed her shoulder and walked back into the lobby.
    Maya handed me a sticky note with an address on it and wished us luck.
    In the van, I gave Danny the lime green square with the addy and fastened my seatbelt. The ride along the freeway felt like hours, even though we'd hit a rare traffic-free sweet spot. I jiggled my knee up and down, too much adrenaline making it impossible to sit still.
    Danny glanced over. "Antsy?"
    I tried to chuckle, but it was a strangled sort of sound instead. "What gave me away?" I joked.
    His tight smile did nothing to reassure me. Levine might be delusional, but Danny knew as well as I did how deep in dog crap I was. It wasn't a situation I was used to or, quite honestly, knew what to do with. Private investigators tracked down others. They didn’t become the prey.
    We pulled up outside of a squat, stucco building in North Hollywood with paint that was faded to a pale sun-stroked beige. It reminded me of a motel; two-stories tall, entrances facing the street. The building was divided in half, each with its own staircase weaving up the floors.
    The apartment number on the Post-It was 2B, which I spotted immediately. The front window’s curtains were parted, but with the sun’s glare, I couldn’t see any movement inside.
    So we sat and watched.
    I texted Maya for information on the type of car Donna drove, wishing I’d seen Faux Mrs. Waterston arrive and leave the agency. I mentally noted a beat-up green Hyundai, shiny, white Buick and muddy, black Trailblazer parked across from us now.
    "This whole thing will be cleared up by tonight," Danny said.
    I exhaled, grabbing onto his words with both hands. "I can’t wait. My celebration will consist of a strong drink and a hot bubble bath." I imagined sinking into the fragrant soapy goodness.
    "Alone? Or will you invite Mr. ADA?"
    I jerked my head toward him. "What?"
    "Just wondering. You two seemed pretty cozy last night."
    I frowned. "You have to be joking. That was a cat and mouse game. I was flirting to save my life, Danny."
    "Are you sure?"
    An image of Aiden’s cool eyes and warm