It was time to get down to what Hannah Mitcham needed from me. The phone calls I needed to make were going to have to wait a bit longer.
Hannah sat back in her chair and sighed. “I thought this was going to be easy, but now I can’t seem to figure out where to start.”
“How about at the beginning?” I suggested.
“The thing is, I’m not really sure where that would be. I mean, at the beginning of everything, or just where I need your help?” she asked. She chewed on her bottom lip and sighed.
“Just start with what you need me for.” I had the slight hope that Hannah wanted me for a roll in the hay, but that wasn’t at all what she needed me for.
“Do you know who Blanche Halo is?” she blurted out.
I reared back and stared at Hannah. “Do you know who Blanche Halo is?” I countered.
“No, that’s why I’m asking you.” She leaned forward and rested her arms on the ledge of the desk. “I heard some things, and now I’m trying to figure out what to do.”
“You heard somethings that had to do with Blanche Halo, and now you need to figure things out?” I asked.
Blanche Halo was one of the largest drug dealers in Colorado. Hell, I’m pretty sure she was the most significant drug dealer in not only Colorado but possibly surrounding states.
Hannah nodded. “First thing, I need to know who she is.”
“She’s a drug dealer, Hannah. A big drug dealer whose name you shouldn’t even know.” I hated judging people, but I would never have thought that Hannah was into drugs or anything to do with Blanche Halo. “How do you know her, Hannah?”
Hannah sat back in her chair and sighed. “I need to start back a little bit further to help you understand, but I don’t know if I should tell you because if this woman is bad news, I don’t want to get you involved.”
“So you’re saying you are involved with Blanche Halo?” Jesus Christ. This conversation had taken a complete one-eighty. “How the hell did you get involved with her?” I demanded.
Hannah sighed. “I’m not personally, but it seems to be that Mitcham Metals is. I mean, I don’t even know who the woman is or what she even looks like.”
There was another fucking bombshell of information. “Darlin’, you keep blowing my mind with every word you have said in the past ten minutes. The only thing that didn’t shock me was when you said hello.”
She pursed her lips. “Well, I can tell you that I will probably knock your socks off when I tell you Nessa and Marcus made a deal with Blanche Halo to haul drugs around in Mitcham trucks.”
I whistled and closed my eyes. “Holy. Fuck.”
“Last Friday, before the party, I was at the office looking over some invoices. I headed up two floors when I was done to talk to Nessa. When the doors to the elevator opened, I walked into Marcus and Nessa arguing back and forth.”
“About?”
“About Marcus convincing Nessa that Mitcham needed to expand.”
“And his suggestion of expanding was to become a mule for Blanche Halo?”
She blew out a sigh. “I’m assuming so. I mean, that was what he said, but for all I know, there could be more going on.”
“Well, muling drugs for Blanche Halo would be more than enough, darlin’.” I wasn’t sure she wanted to add anything more to that. She was already at the top of Mount Trouble with that one.
“I need to know more, but I don’t know how to know more. I don’t exactly know anyone who might be able to help get me in contact with Blanche.”
I rested my hand on my desk. Samson lifted his head and nudged Hannah’s leg. She sat forward and ran her hands over his body. “Hello, gorgeous,” she sighed.
“So you think I’m the person who can get you in contact with Blanche Halo.”
She kept her eyes on Samson. “I don’t know that, but I was hopeful you could at least tell me more about her.”
“And you think I know about her because I’m part of a motorcycle club.”
She slowly lifted her head, and her eyes connected with mine. “I’m normally not someone to judge a person by the clothes they wear or the people they hang out with. As much as I hope I’m wrong because I don’t want my snap judgment to be right, I do want your help if you can.”
“And what am I going to get out of helping you?”
Hannah blinked rapidly. “Oh, uh, well, what would you want from me?”
Her. I would want her, but I wouldn’t trap her in a corner to get that. She was going to give herself to me willingly. “Sidecar.”
She reared back and tipped her head to the side. “Am I supposed to know what that is?”
“For my bike.”
“You want a car for your bike?”
I chuckled and shook my head. “You really don’t know much about things outside of your bubble, do you darlin’?” To say Hannah was sheltered was more than an understatement.
“I know the things I need to know,” she grumbled.
“Well, you need to know about Blanche Halo, and you don’t.”
“Which is why I am here,” she reasoned. “I know when I don’t know something, I need to find the best person to educate me.”
“So I’m educating you?” I asked.
She nodded her head. “And in return, I will buy you a car for your bike.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “It’s not a car, darlin’.”
She flitted her hand at me. “Just let me know where I can buy it, and it’s yours.”
I sat back and folded my arms over my chest. “You’re really serious about this.”
“Of course I am. I know Nessa is in some deep trouble, and I need to help her.”
“Or you could let her deal with it herself since she is the one who decided to get tangled with Blanche Halo,” I reasoned.
Hannah shook her head. “No. Family doesn’t turn their back on each other just because they make one bad decision. I know Marcus was behind all of this. I need to get rid of Blanche Halo, and then Marcus is going to go bye-bye, too.”
“Darlin’, I don’t know if you are super confident or super dumb.”
She reared back and wrinkled her nose. “I am not dumb. I have an MBA in accounting and a minor in computer science. I was one of the youngest in my graduating class, and I am the only one from that class who is heading up a whole accounting department at the age of twenty-four.”
“Is there a notation on that saying it’s at your daddy’s company?” I drawled.
Hannah’s eyes bugged out, and she pursed her lips. “I will have you know that has nothing to with my success. I could walk into any other accounting firm and hold my own.”
“I’m sure you can, darlin’.” She could. I could tell she was smart as a whip, but her common sense seemed to be lacking just a little bit, and I’m sure that had to do with her being so sheltered.
Maybe I could be the one to show her a little bit more of the world.
“Are you going to help me or not, Kristopher?” she snapped.
A smile spread across my lips. “I will as long as you never call me Kristopher again.”
“It is your name.”