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“Good. May I move in?”
“He doesn’t have a say in that,” Dolores said.
Grace slid her gaze to her new landlord.
“I have a few questions for Grace,” Zach said.
Bet he ran a background check. “Oh? Is your name on the lease?”
His jaw tightened around his already chiseled face. “No, but I have a vested interest in you being the right tenant.”
Grace looked at Dolores who said, “Just humor him. I have to get back to work. You need anything else? All the utilities are turned on. I took the liberty of putting them in your name, you just have to call the companies with the rest of the information.” She backed away toward her Toyota parked on the street. “The numbers are on the table by the door.”
She waved a hand at Grace and slid into her car. Zach watched her drive away as Grace watched him. When he turned his gaze back to her, she handed him a box.
“I’m not a moving company,” he said.
“You want to interrogate me, you have to work. I only have today to move in and get settled. I work the next four days.”
He looked at the box in his hands as if it were an alien, then shrugged. “Fine.”
Grace didn’t look back to see if he followed her. She assumed he intended to extract information about her last residence and that last case. With a deep breath and a heavy suitcase, she braced herself for the onslaught.
“Tell me about Ridge Oaks,” he said when they reached the apartment above the garage.
So he had done his homework. Her name appeared in the database since she’d initially been charged with murder. A shiver moved her spine when she thought about those days.
“Tell me about the murder of your boyfriend’s mother.”