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black look. “Well, we’re in a bar and you know the saying; you don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.”
    “Are you asking me to go home with you?” There was that smirk again.
    She leveled her best “drop dead” look at him. Nothing happened. She’d used The Look to make late delivery men and handsy dates shake in the knees. It had never failed her. Until now.
    The charged silence lasted another beat or two before Chris broke it. “So what is it you want to know?”
    Jake’s gaze hardened and never strayed from Claire. “I want to know how Kendall’s body ended up in the Dumpster.”
    All of the desire flooding her body evaporated. Her chest tightened at the thought of Kendall and what misery her family must be going through right now. It made her heart ache to think of them. Even though her own family drove her nuts, Claire couldn’t imagine what it would be like to lose a single one of them. And if a possible witness wouldn’t take the time to share what they knew with an investigator? Well, that would horrible. She couldn’t do that to the girl’s family. They deserved better than to suffer more because of her hair-trigger temper.
    Sighing, Claire sat down at the bar. “Honestly, I don’t know. All I know is she was one of people with reservations last night.”
    Jake followed her lead, leaving an empty stool between them, and leaned in closer. “Did she come by herself?”
    “Yeah, that’s not uncommon for our Full Moon Special. That’s the seven-course meal we have once a month on the night of the full moon. People make reservations in groups usually, but a few singles do too. We seat everyone family style. It’s easier for the waitstaff that way because it limits the number of tables. Plus, it makes the meal seem more of a social experience.”
    “What was she like during dinner?”
    She paused and looked up at Jake. His vibe no longer read as sexual. Instead of being full of heat, warmth and understanding beamed from his eyes, as if inviting her to share her confidences.
    A girl could drown in those slate-blue eyes. Part of her wanted to. She shrugged off the wish, brought her attention back to the matter at hand.
    “She didn’t interact very much with the people around her. Whenever I checked on her table, she was either texting or talking on her phone.”
    “Phone?” Worry lines carved their way across his forehead. He shuffled through his papers on the bar. “There’s nothing in the initial incident report about a cellphone being recovered. Sheriff Layton never mentioned finding Kendall’s phone to her parents.” He scooted his stool closer to her. “What happened to the phone?”
    Claire straightened up so fast she almost fell off the stool. Her mind went into overdrive and adrenaline surged through her.
    Phone.
    Flash drive.
    What time was it? She’d only been down here a moment. Right? She darted a furtive glance at the clock behind the bar.
    Twelve-fifteen.
    She’d missed the deadline. Her fear spiked. Her breath caught in her throat. The room grew hotter.
    Automatically, she patted her dress pocket for her phone, but it wasn’t there. She’d left it in her office.
    She’d missed the Voice of Doom. Oh God, what was going to happen now? He’d call back, right? He wouldn’t go straight in for the kill.
    “What’s wrong?”
    Panic flooded through her body unabated. Her skin itched as if ants were doing the conga down her spine. If anything happened to her family, she’d never be able to forgive herself.
    She had to get out of here, but couldn’t bolt for the door.
    She forced herself to concentrate on the bar, wiping at an imaginary stain. She couldn’t let anyone suspect something was wrong. The killer had warned not to tell anyone about his call. But how to leave without causing suspicion?
    “Hmmm? Wrong? Nothing’s wrong. Why would you think something was wrong?”
    She twisted her hair tightly around a finger and avoided looking at Jake. She jiggled