Hidden Secrets (Garrett Investigation Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

between Ana and the other agents.  Someone was hiding well.  Perhaps he’d set a trap and see who got he caught. He’d work with Ana; he trusted her implicitly.  Putting the problem to one side, he went back to the daily grind of making sure his other agents and investigators were safe, finding more information to close cases.
    “God, why did I say yes to that damn party tonight,” he still couldn’t get over the purple hair; she’d stand out like a sore thumb he groaned.
     
    Driving his black Pontiac Firebird smoothly through the evening traffic, he arrived at Ana’s apartment building with ten minutes to spare parking he entered the building heading for the elevator. Approaching Ana’s apartment door, he couldn’t hear a pin drop, knocking he heard a muffled voice “Be with you in a moment.”
    The door opened; he was eye to eye with the stunning Mirage.  Malachy felt power surge through him; she looked glorious.  A stunning black cocktail dress snuggled her body flaring over her hips. Her purple hair piled on top of her head with bits falling around her face.  Mirage had a black stole over her shoulders, with killer black heels on her feet.
    “Wow Mirage, you look incredible.”
    “Thank you, Malachy,” she replied quietly.
    “I presume you’re ready?”
    “Yes, I’ll just get my clutch bag.”
    Soon Mal was settling her into his car.  The engine purred to life as he drove to the Carrington’s for the evening’s entertainment.  Neither noticed the evil grin sent in their direction, fingers tapping on the steering wheel in anticipation of winning this time. Two times losing was two times too many.  His Boss’s would have his head if he failed again.  He wondered who the purple haired lady was.  Obviously a friend of Anastasia’s it would be interesting to find out.
     
    Arriving at the Carrington’s Malachy tossed his keys to the valet, opening the door for Mirage escorting her up the steps into the glittering foyer; lights were blazing everywhere, people mingling sipping champagne eating canapés. Placing a hand on her back, they wandered around the room, Malachy nodding to acquaintances. Smiling at the shocked expressions at his date, ‘ maybe I’ll enjoy this after all ,’ he muttered under his breath.
    Mirage dropped her wrap on the floor, revealing her Phoenix. Mal bent to retrieve it hearing people saying wow.  Standing back up with her stole he finally saw her back.  The sexy dress plunged down to her buttocks a golden bird of some kind was on full display.
    “You like my Phoenix Malachy?  It seems I’ve surprised a few people.”
    “For some reason, it’s you Mirage, perhaps I should take you out again sometime soon, you’re stunning to say the least.”
    “Thank you, Malachy,” she gently kissed his clean-shaven cheek.
    Mal grabbed a couple of glasses of champagne as a waiter walked by handing one to Mirage.
    “Do you know many people here Malachy?”
    “Yes, a few.  I didn’t think this would be your type of party; Ana persuaded me to bring you. I thought you were more into rock and roll.”
    “Yes, I love my rock and roll,” she smiled, her eyes going still as they landed on the one person she hated more than anything.
    “Are you ok Mirage?”
    “What, oh yes, sorry,” she smiled, “thought I’d seen someone I knew.”
    Mal felt the lie straight away deciding to keep a close eye on Mirage wondering what or who had unsettled her.   He wondered now at Ana’s insistence.  Relaxing his stance, they chatted with various people, including a petite blonde who tried to worm herself around Malachy, much to his amusement. 
    “Magdalena how are you tonight.”
    “All the better for seeing you Malachy,” she purred.
    “Let me introduce you to my date,” he paused, watching Magdalena’s face throw daggers.  “This is Mirage, a close friend.”
    Before Mirage could respond, the dinner gong went.  Mal detached himself from Magdalena, escorting Mirage into