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certain Elvis wouldn’t use her for his own gain, but Damon wouldn’t forgive himself if something happened to her. He intended to babysit Jewel until she was safely locked in her car and headed away from here.
     

    Elvis sat across from them, sipping from a champagne flute. He’d chosen some bright orange button down shirt to go with his trademark tan pants, creased sharp as knives. Though he had a casual air with his loafers without socks, his long hair was pulled back in a ponytail which meant he’d been doing some serious business. Damon really didn’t want to know which one of his many illegal ventures the man had been working this night.
     

    “Why do you ask about Jason McCarty?” Elvis asked.
     

    “We went to school together. Our families are quite close.” Jewel reached in her purse, pulled out a newspaper clipping and handed it to Elvis. “They quoted you in the paper. It sounds like you knew him.”
     

    “School chums, hmm?” Elvis’ eyes narrowed and he studied the woman next to him. “He actually mentioned being friends with some Tilling sisters. Did you go to school with them?”
     

    “Yes, I’m Julie Tilling.” The enthusiasm drained from her face. The woman’s head swiveled, panic shooting through the doe eyes staring at Damon. “I mean…” She turned back to Elvis. “What I mean is…well, Demon misunderstood when I introduced myself.” She let out a nervous giggle, her hands waving in the air as if to clear away the confusion. “My sisters call me Jules, short for Julie, not Jew- wels , like you wear.” Even in this light, Damon could see her blush. “Anyway, why do you ask?”
     

    Elvis stood abruptly, striding over to the desk. “No reason, I, uh…”
     

    This was odd. Damon had never known Elvis to stumble for words.
     

    Julie rushed over to the desk. “Please, Elvis, if you know anything, anything at all, Jason was my friend. The Delmont police are finished with their investigation. They’ve officially ruled Jason’s death a suicide.” She stopped and looked down at her hands, obviously trying to control her emotions. “I just don’t believe he killed himself. I’d like to find out what really happened.”
     

    Damon heard the tremble in her voice and hoped she wasn’t beginning to cry. Shit, what had he gotten himself into? He gulped down the rest of his drink, setting the glass a little too firmly on the coffee table.
     

    Both of them stared at him.
     

    “Elvis, obviously the lady is concerned.” Damon stood. The sooner this got cleared up, the sooner he could get her to her car and go home. “You said this guy was a regular. Is there anything you can tell her?” Damon wondered if this whole thing had to do with Elvis’ private business downstairs. He shot Elvis a questioning look, but the man shook his head so slightly, only Damon noticed. Relief flooded through him. At least this guy that had apparently killed himself hadn’t done it because of that , at least.
     

    “Why did the police make the connection to you?” Julie asked.
     

    “I was there that day. I was the one who found him.” Elvis’ voice was a mere whisper.
     

    “Oh, Elvis, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. It wasn’t in the papers.” Julie laid her hand over Elvis’ trembling fingers. “I can’t even begin to imagine how awful that must have been for you.”
     

    “A Tilling?” Elvis paused as if contemplating some important information. “There is something I can give you. It’s tucked away in my safe downstairs.”
     

    At that moment, the phone on his desk chimed. “Excuse me.”
     

    * * * *
     

    Julie stood at the wall of windows, staring at the scene below. She had no idea what Elvis went to retrieve. She could only hope it might shed some light on Jason’s death.
     

    “You okay?” The heat of Demon’s breath caressed her neck. “Elvis is a good man. If he said he has something to help, I’m sure he does.”
     

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