CHAPTER 34
“I CAN’T DECIDE what’s worse, not knowing who killed me or knowing who did and not being able to do a damn thing about it.”
They’d confirmed it now. Hatcher had the tattoo. Monica had tailed him from the office to the gym, where he removed his wedding ring, followed her into the sauna, and invited her out for drinks. Monica assured Remi that she was fine, that she had a black belt in karate and carried a knife in her bikini top, but the thought of her getting so close to Hatcher still made Coco shudder.
What had Jocelyn ever seen in that sleaze? Had he told her his marriage was over? Sweet-talked her with false promises? Bribed her with a promotion? Monica said he didn’t look like much in his Speedos, so it certainly hadn’t been the d**k.
“It sucks,” Celine agreed. “He’s get
