CHAPTER 48
THE ASSISTANT
We flew back to LA the next day, and thank goodness Brax had chartered a private jet because I overslept. He’d shattered me, but purely in a good way, over and over and over again. The Blackstone crew were still at the hotel, everyone except for Jerry, anyway. Chase said there had been “an incident” the night before, and all hands were needed to clean up afterward. I dreaded to think. The last time I saw her, she’d been dancing with a dark-haired guy she’d picked up when she went to the bathroom, so hopefully whatever had happened wasn’t too serious.
Brax said that until the murder, he’d been happy living in Blackstone House, and now I understood why. His old roommates were an eclectic bunch but interesting and fun to be around, even Grey, who usually looked so
