CHAPTER 36
ARI
“Alexa who?”
“Just Alexa.”
“Whatever sales list I’m on, take me off it, okay?”
“There’s no list.”
“Then how did you get this number?”
“You’re a private investigator—use your imagination.”
I gripped the phone harder, my palm sweating. Who was this? I didn’t know anyone named Alexa. In fact, I’d only heard the name once recently, and that was… No way. It couldn’t be.
“Are you Zach’s Alexa?”
“I’m certain he’d object to that categorisation.”
“But you do know him? You sent champagne to his table in Huntington Beach?”
“You’re observant. Good. I wanted to send Möet, but they only had Cristal. What did you think? I’m not much of a drinker anymore, but my companion assured me it would taste okay.”
Her companion thought Cristal was okay? Even Maxwell had bowed down to tho
