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What was he thinking?
    “How do you like your new place?” DeFiore must have run out of police questions.
    “It’s okay. I guess. I don’t know.” She shrugged, fidgeted with the buttons of her fitted jacket.
    “Hard day at the office?” Diego asked.
    He startled her. She turned to look at him, and he winked. Not a smile, just a wink.
    “Mina, you and Ginger will have some explaining to do to whoever is going to be in charge of this joint. Can you think of anything that can help us? We need to catch who did this.” DeFiore said.
    “You don’t think it was an accident?”
    “No one stopped to help her or called for help or reported an accident—what do you think? Apparently no one has missed her, either. Do you know if she has family?”
    “I don’t even know where she lives. I cancelled my membership to the gym when I moved. Haven’t been back to Mission Viejo in weeks.”
    DeFiore gathered the papers in front of him and got up. He turned to Mina, “Does Brian know about your moonlighting?” He gestured to the bar, the tables.
    She felt herself blushing and sensed Diego was taking in every second of her frustration. She shrugged, didn’t answer.
    “I take that as a no. Thanks for the info.” DeFiore turned to Diego. “We are okay, then?”
    Diego nodded, and there was no hint of a smile or a wink. Something was going on. What? Diego didn’t look surprised her name was Mina or that she knew DeFiore . Was he already familiar with everything about her, and if so, how?              
    There was nothing for her to do here. Mina walked toward the front door, “Mina,” DeFiore called out, “better use the back door.” She nodded. To get to the back door Mina had to walk by the table where the policewoman sat.
    The woman's question stopped Mina. “Do we know each other?” No trace of Angelina or any other employee by now.
    Mina swallowed. It was obvious she didn’t make the connection . Mina pulled a corner of the red wig from her paper bag.
    The woman laughed, the light, gurgling laugh of a child. “Oh, yes, you’re the waitress who nearly broke Dan’s foot. I’m Sam Perez, his partner.”
    Sam, laughing with her like an old friend, no cop nonsense . Mina liked that a lot. “Mina Calvi.” They shook hands.
    “I’ve never seen him so shocked and mad, but mostly shocked. I’m assuming he already asked you whatever he needed. We're done here, just waiting for Lisa to show some paperwork to Dan. We should have a drink some evening, trade stories about our boy.” Sam laughed again, that pure sound of innocent fun. Perfect teeth, lined up like ivory beads on a rosary.
    “What are you two laughing about?” It was DeFiore .
    “Nothing, really. I’m going home,” Mina said.
    “Are you still driving your ragtop Bug?”
    “Yes. Why wouldn’t I?”
    “I hear you're about to become a millionaire. Get yourself a new car, one you can lock. Stay safe and say hi to Brian for me when he calls.”
    Mina nodded, walked away and let herself out through the back. All was dark and quiet in the employee’s parking lot, the steps lit by only one bulb. She noticed Diego’s Harley and Lisa’s junker.
    “I’ll walk you to your car.” Diego stepped out from the shadowy corner.
    Mina jolted back. “You scared me.”
    “Better me than someone with bad intentions.”
    Somehow that did not reassure her. She quickened her pace. What could happen? DeFiore was a few yards away.
    They reached the front of the building. Only two vehicles remained, DeFiore ’s sedan and Mina’s convertible . She searched her pocket for the ignition key without slowing her pace, and realized she was still holding the paper bag with the Bosom Bodies uniform and the envelope with the money for Angelina still in her purse .
    “ Maledizione , ” she muttered before remembering Diego spoke Italian. Curiosity overcame her caution. “Where did you learn Italian?”
    “In Italy.” He was right at her side. He smelled of