The Devil wears Red Lipstick
"That was a mistake. I am nobody’s pawn, Mr. Creed. Now that I know there’s a bigger mystery… I want to solve it. Will you help me?"
"How?" I ask, skeptical.
"I need you to tell me everything you know—her past, Richard, that little French girl who thinks she has everyone fooled," he tells me, eyes steady.
I laugh, shaking my head. "Well, it seems we have more in common than I thought. I sip the whiskey, feeling the burn down my throat. What I don’t understand is why…"
"Why?" He interrupts, grin faint, sharp. "Marion is beautiful. She needs someone she can count on, someone who doesn’t jump into his ex’s bed every chance he gets."
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