CHAPTER TEN
Chloe and Rhodes met at a quaint little sandwich shop for lunch. By nothing more than the look on her partner’s face, Chloe could tell that Rhodes hadn’t been very successful this morning, either. They sat down at a table by a window, Rhodes wasting no time getting to the point.
“Well, I hope your morning was more productive than mine.” She scooped up one of the menus on the table and started to scan it with only the slightest bit of interest.
“Depends,” Chloe said. “How many jealous white women did you speak to?”
“Three.”
“I only spoke with two. So it looks like yours was more productive than mine. What did you find?”
“Just that no one in any of these little social circles cared much for Jessie Fairchild. And it wasn’t even that anyone was rally jealous of her, per se…ju
