Dirty Devil by Liliana Hart (J.J. Graves Mystery #8)
English | 2020 | Mystery & Thriller | ePUB | 3.3 MB
Liliana Hart is a New York Times, USA Today, and Publisher’s Weekly Bestselling Author of more than 60 titles. After starting her first novel her freshman year of college, she immediately became addicted to writing and knew she’d found what she was meant to do with her life. She has no idea why she majored in music.
He shrugged Junie off as his gaze passed over a couple he’d never seen before having a whispered argument. They didn’t look like locals. They looked city polished, so they were either lost, trying to wait out the storm, or visiting someone.
“I heard you killed it today in court,” Mike Costello said, polishing a glass from behind the bar.
Mike was a decent guy. He was short and built like a bull, his neck so thick there probably wasn’t a button-down shirt in creation that would fit him. His dark hair was thinning on top, but he kept it cropped so close to his head it hardly mattered. With the hair he lacked on top of his head, it was more than made up for on the rest of his body. His arms were covered in dark wiry hair, and a small tuft sprouted from the top of his T-shirt.
“It was a slam dunk,” John said, pushing his glass back across the bar for a refill. “My client was cleared of all charges, I get a big fat check, and Kimmie and I are headed to Aruba to celebrate in a few days. She’s been bugging me for months to take a vacation.”
“Didn’t Kimmie just get back from Paris?”
John rolled his eyes. “I didn’t say she needed a vacation. I said she’s been begging me to take one. She likes to take her shopping trips, but she says it doesn’t count as a vacation. Go figure on that one.”
“Ah, the logic of a woman,” Mike said, his grin showing a chipped front tooth. “I could be wrong, but I don’t think you hooked up with her for her brains.”
John snorted again. “Lord, isn’t that the truth. The only place that woman is useful is in a mall or in bed. But when I send her on her trips, it keeps her out of my hair. And it makes her happy. When she’s happy, then she keeps me happy. Everybody wins.”
“Spoken like a man who learned something from his divorces,” Mike said, chuckling.
John toasted his friend in acknowledgment. “Ah, marriage, the most expensive life sentence on the planet.”
“Only when they find out you’re spending all the money on your sidepiece.”
John smiled. His divorces had been no secret. In fact, his second divorce had made quite a splash across the media. Christine had been right pissed to find out he’d been cheating on her, and she’d packed up her stuff and the kids, and then set his stuff on fire on the front lawn on her way out. He hadn’t been quite as successful back then as he was now. It was all water under the bridge, but the alimony and child support had still stung.