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bigwigs—are involved. There’s definitely some hanky panky going on there.”
    “When are you going to make that official?” I was curious for more than one reason.
    “I think I’ll keep Parker and Rogers dangling on the line a little before I let them off the hook. Let’s look at this practically.” Reese shifted in his chair.
    “Ok, what are you thinking?” I knew it was a loaded question.
    The furrowed brow gave Reece’s face a look of determination. “Well, we have a company that’s running some elite dating site and charging a nice bundle of money for it. Their members are the rich and elite, and have something to lose if it’s found out they are on the site in the first place.”
    “…and? We know all this.” I didn’t see where Reese was taking this quite yet.
    “Then they are charging these people’s credit cards, probably knowing that they aren’t going to complain about the charge, because they’re too embarrassed to be on the damn site. They lose some data and now, all of a sudden, there’s some rogue hacker on the site claiming to be
    Trey. Oh, and there are people that are on this site just to hook up and have sex. It just doesn’t add up, especially the stalking and harassment stuff. I think Parker and Rogers know exactly what they’re doing, and now they’re trying to cover it up.”
    I thought about interrupting Reese, but thought better of it. I didn’t want to be seen as defending Cain. That would lead to more questions; but I knew that he hadn’t done it. This was totally Dylan. “Have these women actually been using The Arena as a hookup for sex?”
    “Yes. Apparently there are some forums—private forums—where it was openly discussed. I’m working on tracking down some real names for us to interview. This is going to look bad for Vawter, no matter how you look at it. You know, I wonder how much Parker knows? It’s obvious that Dylan was no angel, but what about Parker? What have you found out?”
    “Um…let’s see.” I licked my lips nervously. “Well, his girlfriend, Rachel Murant, died three years ago in a car accident. The assistant that he brought with him yesterday, Ashley, that’s her sister. The late Murant sister was very involved in running Vawter; from what I gather, she knew the business inside and out. Cain says he was in love with her, but there’s something strange…”
    “What’s that?” he asked me in his gruff voice.
    “Dylan says it was Rachel that came between them, but Cain says that isn’t true. Rachel and Dylan were just friends, nothing else. Why would Dylan lie?” I asked.
    “Maybe he’s not, maybe Cain is lying.” Reese stared at me. “…And when did you get all of this information from Parker? Oh no, are you and Cain Parker… you know what, I don’t want to know.”
    I didn’t say a word. I just gave him a weak smile.
    He got up to leave for the day, his briefcase in his hand. “Okay, kid, but do an old man a favor? Use your brains. If something doesn’t sound right, check it out. And you keep me posted on what you find out.” He patted me on the shoulder and waved at me as he left. “Do yourself a favor, don’t tell your dad just yet.”

Chapter Eleven
    “Do you know what tonight is?” Cain’s voiced lilted up at the end of his question.
    I could sense his excitement and I played coy. I knew it had been two weeks since we first met. The time had flown by, for reasons good and bad. “Um, let me guess, the start of football season?” I giggled a little, waiting for his response.
    “Have you ever heard me talk about football? Come on, Jennifer, give me some credit.”
    “I know what it is, I’m just playing with you. Good thing you were busy playing with your phone when you ran into me on the elevator, or we may have never met.”
    “You’re funny. We would have met regardless. It wasn’t the elevator, it was our evening at Tarrant’s. Shall we meet again tonight? At seven? I’ll have my assistant take care