Shoving my camera in my pocket for a moment, I grab it and try to check the messages. There’s facial ID. An easy problem to fix. I hold it over Naomi’s face and it unlocks. I quickly scan the messages. There’s a call from someone labeled “JJ.” It’s outgoing. JJ, who could be male or female, didn’t answer. And so, Naomi sent a message that reads: One more time for the history books.

JJ didn’t reply.

The history is cleared. This reads a little too similar to the exchange Emma had with Jamie to sit right.

We’re back to the game.

I screenshot the text exchange and shoot it and the phone numbers involved to Tic Tac with a message: Victim number two. We’re back to Banking the Billionaire. Find out if they ever played. And find out who JJ is.

He replies with: Yes, my Bitch Queen.

Bitch Queen?

That’s new and I’m not really sure if it’s him being a bitch or him being affectionate. I don’t really do affectionate. I’d rather him be a bitch.

I check my messages for Kane and when there are none, I check for anything from Lucas. Nothing from him either. Lucas hasn’t even responded about a ping for Kane’s location, but Lucas can be the real little bitch. He gets hurt and he shuts down. He’s probably drinking and passed out. I consider asking Tic Tac but asking the FBI to search for Kane Mendez is not a good idea, no matter how friendly Murphy tries to act with Kane. Kane’s team is sophisticated. They’ll find him. They probably already have.

Resolutely, I shove my phone in my pocket again and focus on the crime scene.

My gaze lifts to the bed, and on the one nightstand, I find a lamp and an empty wine glass.

Closing the space between it and me, I pick up the glass and find the remnants of liquid. She drank the wine, but there’s no way a sharp object got inside that wine and she didn’t know. I mean, unless she gulped it? Where is the bottle? And how did she make it from the side of the bed to the middle of the bedroom? I check the trashcan and find the bottle. Maybe she was so drunk that she stumbled forward as she was taking the pills? I open the nightstand and find a bottle of generic ibuprofen. Bingo. I dump some of them out on my gloved hand and study them. They all look normal, at least to the naked eye.