So why the hell was he here now?
Chapter20
“I heardabout the brick through your window,” he said, his face contorted with manufactured concern.
My gaze narrowed. “How? I didn’t file a police report.”
“You should have,” he said, not answering my question. “It’s better that the police have a record on file in case anything else like this happens in the neighborhood.”
I didn’t reply; instead, I clamped my jaw shut.
“I’m glad you weren’t injured,” he said pleasantly, as if he didn’t care that Jazz and I weren’t engaging in conversation. After an awkward moment of silence, he continued, “I couldn’t help but notice the new delivery van.”
“Yep,” Jazz said.
“For catering?”
“Thinking about it,” I lied before Jazz could tell him the truth.
“So, is everything resolved with the health department?” he pushed.
“What’s it to you, Kurt?” I asked, playing his own game and not answering a direct question. “By the way, what is it you do again?”
He flashed a grin. “A little bit of this, a little bit of that. My offer still stands.”
The smarmy lech raked his eyes down my body, not at all subtly.
“Have a nice day. Enjoy your pizza.”
He left the kitchen, and the moment the back door shut, Jazz rushed to it and locked it. “That guy wigs me out.”
“Me too,” I said.
“What offer was he talking about?” Jazz asked.
“He wants to buy the building. I said no.”
She frowned. “We need to do some recon on him. Like, have we even done a basic internet search?”
I shook my head. “Been a little bit preoccupied.”
“Are you going to tell Slash?”
“Tell him what?”
“I dunno. That there’s this weird creepy guy kind of hanging around, wanting to buy your building, knowing our business. Howdoeshe know about our business?”
“Aside from the brick, everything else is out in the open, right?”
“The health inspection?”
“We still have our pending grade sign in the window,” I reminded her. “And the van with our logo on it.”
“Your logo.”
“Ours,” I insisted. “You know it’s ours.”
“No. It’s our van, but it’s your logo.”