Chapter 76 Am I A Suspect?

Thomas Rivero or Tommy cursed fate as he met shell-shocked blue eyes. He knew those eyes traveled in close company with the most heart-stopping albeit fake smile he’d ever seen, and the most mouthwatering—and beautifully real—body. Instead of the biker-girl bikini, she now wore a white T-shirt and cropped pink workout pants, but the comparatively sedate ensemble didn’t much distract from the spectacular curves beneath.

He’d been trying to get the irresistible package out of his head since leaving Phoenix hours ago. Eight months ago, sanitation workers had found a businessman named Arthur Montes in an alley a block away, beaten to death. Thomas had inherited the cold case just last week. With no solid leads, he had decided to check the club out on an unofficial basis, pretty much because it was the only edgy establishment in the vicinity. He’d walked out of Phoenix feeling like his gut might have been wrong this time, but now, because he’d been masochistic or just plain stupid enough t