reason for leaving me in the dark.â Yoni wouldnât knowingly put anyone in danger.
Rocky pulled out his wallet and dropped payment for their lunch on the table. âAll we have to do is determine what that reason was.â
Kendra reached for the check the waitress had left, then for her purse.
âIt goes on the same expense log,â Rocky reminded before sliding from the booth.
Giving herself a mental kick for again being slow on the uptake, she scooted across the bench seat and stood. âWe should get into position to intercept Castille.â
âSince you know the way, why donât you drive?â He gestured for her to go ahead of him.
She inhaled a whiff of his aftershave as she turned to go. The scent caught her off guard. Sheâd spent the last several hours in his company, seatedright next to him and it wasnât until this moment she noticed the earthy masculinity of it. Despite the abundance of food smells surrounding her, his scent abruptly reached out and permeated her senses.
Sleep deprived. Frayed nerves. Too much caffeine.
After a good nightâs sleep she would be more herself.
But her friend would still be dead.
Summit Club, 2:50 p.m.
T HE BROODING ARCHITECTURE of the exclusive club blended into the row of brick and limestone structures that flanked the tree-lined street far enough from Pennsylvania Avenue to allow some semblance of separation.
Luck appeared to be on Kendraâs side as she leaned against the bar on the side of the expansive dining room opposite the lobby entrance. The afternoon shift bartender whoâd worked at the club three years ago was still on staff. Heâd not only allowed Kendra and Rocky inside, heâd seated them at the bar with a wide-angle view of the entrance Castille would assuredly use.
âIâm still in shock.â Drea James shook his head as he checked his stock of liquors and whiskeys. âYoni always made it a point to stop at the bar and say hello whenever he was here.â Drea shrugged, theshock he spoke of evident in the listless move. âItâs crazy. Whatâs happening to this world?â He reached down for a replacement bottle of bourbon.
âWas he still dating that girlâ¦?â Using a cliched ruse, Kendra tapped her forehead as if she was at tempting to recall the name.
âLeigh?â Drea frowned. âI donât think so. He always said he was too busy for a real social life.â After a momentâs contemplation, he added, âShe still asks about him though.â
âReally?â Kendra feigned surprise. Yoni not only hadnât mentioned a girl, neither had his parents. âMaybe she hoped they would get together again.â
âWishful thinking,â Drea said somberly. He glanced around, then leaned across the bar. âDonât get me wrong, Leighâs a cool chick, but Yoni was way out of her league. That dude was going places.â He pointed to Rockyâs glass. âMore sparkling?â
Rocky held his hand over his glass. âNo thanks.â
The bartender turned his attention back to Kendra. âI figure thatâs the only reason Leigh worked so hard to get a job waitressing here. Sheâs looking for a sugar daddy. Know what I mean?â
Definitely. âIâd like to ask her a few questions. Will she be working tonight?â Whether she wasseeing Yoni now or not, anything this Leigh person had noticed or overheard could prove useful.
âNot tonight.â Drea furrowed his brow thoughtfully. âTomorrow night for sure.â
âMaybe I could call her?â Kendra prodded. She wanted the womanâs last name and address if she could get one or both.
Drea shook his head again. âI canât get over you being a PI now. Thatâs wild.â
âItâs a different world,â Kendra agreed. Telling Drea that Yoni had visited her in Chicago hadnât been on her agenda but the detail