CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
“Max!” Osana tore through her front door two hours later. “Max, get your a*s out here.” She rushed to the stairwell. “Max!”
Leslie walked up behind her with her hair in a tight ponytail. “He’s not here.”
“Where the hell is he?” Osana tossed her purse in the hall. “That son of a b***h. You won’t believe what he’s done. He put me through all this s**t for nothing.”
“What do you mean?”
“He didn’t kill Preston. Asha Westbrook did.”
Leslie gaped. “Preston’s secretary?”
“Remember it came out awhile back that she’d hidden an affair with him?” Osana walked to the parlor, and Leslie followed. “Looks like she hid this too.” She plopped on the couch. “Max must be one sick person to do something like this. Tricking me is worse than blackmailing me.”
“I’m confused.” Leslie ro
