CHAPTER 8 - REED
“BRITT” TURNED OUT to be Brittney Lightfoot, according to a reverse lookup of her phone number, a twenty-one-year-old student at DeVry University. I figured I’d try phoning her because I didn’t want to freak her out by turning up on her doorstep and risk getting arrested by Wyatt. He’d probably love that.
“My name’s Reed Cullen, and—”
“The pool guy?”
“I’m sorry?”
“Rachel’s pool guy? Reed?”
“No, I’m not a pool guy. I’m a private investigator.”
Her squeal hurt my ears. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“Ooh, that’s so— Wait! Why are you calling me? If it’s about the weed, I swear I thought it was tobacco and I didn’t have a clue until I smelled the smoke, and—”
“I’m not calling about weed.”
“Then what do you want?”
“I understand that last week, you went out for a birthda
