“I don’t know where he is,” she said.
“We both know that’s not true. You’re Bobby’s lawyer, so you have to know how to get in touch with him.”
“IwasMr. Chesterfield’s lawyer. He hired me to resolve a legal matter for him, but I wasn’t able to, so I’m no longer doing any work for him. And I really don’t have any idea where he is.”
Rafael smiled. “Nice try, but a lawyer is always going to know how to get in touch with someone who owes her money. So where is he?”
“Chesterfield may be a lot of things, but dumb isn’t one of them. He warned me that you were watching my office. That’s why he insisted that we meet at that tavern. It’s also why he hasn’t told me where he’s living. He figured you’d try to pressure me into telling you where you can find him. He calls me when he wants to talk,” Robin lied, not wanting Rafael to know that her contact was Horace Dobson. “He hasn’t given me an address or a phone number.”
Again, Rafael smiled. “That logic shit may work with juries,but it’s not working on me. Last chance. Tell me where Bobby is hiding, or Marco is going to hurt you.”
Robin was preparing to put plan B into action when Jeff walked up.
“Is there a problem, Miss Lockwood?”
Rafael got up and Marco turned toward Jeff, who was pointing a .38 Special at them.
“Who the fuck are you?” Rafael barked.
“I’m someone who won’t hesitate to shoot you if you don’t walk away right now.”
Robin stood to give herself more space in case things got out of hand. “These men wanted to know where Robert Chesterfield is, and I explained that I have no idea where he’s staying. They were just about to leave.”
“Is that right?” Jeff asked.
Marco glared at Jeff.
Rafael put a hand on his forearm. “It’s okay, Marco.” Then he turned to Robin. “If I find out you’ve been lying to me, there will be consequences.”
When Rafael and Marco walked away, Robin turned on Jeff. “That wasn’t necessary,” she said. She sounded upset.
“From where I was standing, it was.”
“I had everything under control, Jeff. You didn’t have to ride in and save me like a knight in shining armor.”
“Do you have your gun?”
“I left it in the office because I was visiting Jimmy O’Leary in the jail. And I don’t need you to act like a mother hen.”
“I acted sensibly, and I worry about you.” Jeff smiled. “You’re a big pain in the ass sometimes, but I don’t want to lose you.”
The tension in Robin’s shoulders eased and she let out a breath. Then she touched Jeff’s cheek. “You won’t lose me. I know you followed me because you care. I appreciate that. But I don’t need aman to babysit me. And I’ll make sure I have my gun with me at all times. Okay?”
Jeff holstered his gun and wrapped his arms around Robin. “I love you. You know that, right?”
“I do, and I’m sorry that I’ve worried you. But I think we’ve seen the last of Montenegro’s enforcers.”
Jeff looked over Robin’s shoulder in the direction Rafael and Marco had walked. “I hope you’re right,” he murmured.
“Jimmy O’Leary is getting released, and I promised I’d give him a ride home. I’ll come back to the office after I drop him off. You go back and investigate a place to eat tonight. It’s on me.”
“I’ll make sure it’s pricey as payback for scaring me.”
Now Robin smiled. “You do that, cowboy. See you soon.”
During the drive to O’Leary’s house, Robin kept a tight grip on the steering wheel to keep her hands from shaking. For all her bravado, the encounter with Rafael and Marco had scared her, and she decided that it was time to cut her ties with Robert Chesterfield.
When she returned to her office, Robin found Horace Dobson’s number in Chesterfield’s file. She had done an internet search for the agent and discovered that Dobson didn’t have many clients. He’d been living in London when he read about Chesterfield’s murder charges, and he’d moved to Las Vegas when he made Chesterfield’s deal with Caesars Palace. Hobson had made a lot of money representing Chesterfield, and he’d picked up several clients because he was representing a celebrity, but his client list had slimmed down as Chesterfield’s star descended.