The Ex-Wives Club (Alibis Collection, #2)

by Sally Hepworth

There was nothing good about being bludgeoned and left to die in your own restaurant freezer.

It was a gift, her ability to make one feel stupid without raising her voice, breaking a sweat, or even lifting an eyebrow.

Typically, rich kids were accompanied by their fathers, but for obvious reasons, this wasn’t possible today.

“No,” she said. “I wasn’t alone. I was in bed with Max Curley.”

“Let me out of here or I’ll—” But she couldn’t finish the threat. Because Ian put his hands, tight, around her throat.

All she’d ever wanted was to be important to her father.

She wasn’t a hit man, of course; she was a private investigator.