Chapter Six
It is Monday evening and I have just gotten home from filming Beloved for the day. Rich called me almost instantly, asking that I come over.
“The tabloids have noticed you are never near me,” he had said on the phone. “They ask why we are only ever seen at events together.”
“So what?” I had asked him, not following why he should care what those rags are saying.
He had sighed, as if I was very dim. “I need them to believe we are a happy couple, Jenny.”
I had relented, if only because I secretly want to snoop around his house and see if I can find anything about Justin. If it turns out that the Justin Mr. Smithson mentioned at the party and the Justin Longhorn in Kane’s photo are the same person, then I have something I can start working with.
I got off the phone with him a
