Death of a Chorus Girl (The Delacroix Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

entire community to each other.  I have seen it in action before.  Which is why I purposely didn’t use his name and only referred to him as “the detective.”
    I come back with another bottle of wine with hopes of turning our topic from the handsome detective to whatever man is warming Sabene’s bed. Unfortunately, she doesn’t wait for me to finish pouring and sit.  “What’s his name, Em?”
    “Just what I was about to ask you, Sabene.  What is the name of the newest bed warmer?”  I don’t meet her eyes.  She has sniffed out that whiff.
    “Matthew.  If I thought you would actually sleep with him, I’d let you borrow him for a night or two.  Now the name of the detective you obviously wish was warming your bed ?”
    I turn my head to gaze out the window overlooking Central Park.  It doesn’t hide the blush across my cheeks caused by an image of Richard in my bed flittering across my mind.  “Richard,” I concede knowing defiance won’t work.  “His name is Richard and that’s all I’m going to tell you.”  It won’t stop her from reaching out to her contacts but hopefully only having his first name will at least slow her down.  Thank God, he has a common first name!
    “Not Richard Giordano?!” Sabene exclaims.  My eyes bulge and I am unable to stop them from swinging to her.  My reaction is enough confirmation for her.  She practically rolls on the couch, laughing, as she furiously tries to get me to take her glass of wine.  I take it and set it on the end table beside me.  “I knew it!  I knew it!  I knew it!”
    “Know what?!”
    Sabene sits up, wiping the tears from her eyes, panting for breath, and holding her sides.  “Em, that’s the cop I went out with a few years back.  The blind date Teddy set me up on.”  Teddy is Sabene’s coroner friend.  In fact, now that I think about it, she was at the scene today.  We don’t know each other well and I doubt she recognized me.  It has been probably six months since I last saw her.  By the time I arrived at the bar to meet Sabene, they were three sheets to the wind and all over a couple of guys.  I only remember Teddy’s name from some of Sabene’s stories.
    “The random guy you gave my number to who never called?” I ask, slack-jawed.  Surely, the world isn’t that small!
    “The exact same one,” Sabene confirms.  “And he wasn’t a random guy.  He was a cop and came highly recommended.”  I shake my head.  There is a large Italian population in New York.  There has to be another Richard Giordano.  “Dark hair?  Striking blue eyes?  Tall as a tree and fit as a fiddle?”  Everything matches except for tall as a tree.  He’s tall, but I wouldn’t call it exceptionally so.  Although, anyone over 5’6” is tall to Sabene.  “You still don’t seem convinced.  I’ll prove it to you.”
    With that, she whips out her phone.  There is no time to protest before she has it is up to her ear with a finger in my face that tells me to shush.  “Teddy? ... Yeah, this is Sabene. Hey girl, I don’t mean to interrupt your evening but I got a quick couple of questions for you … You still friends with that cop you set me up with a few years back? ... Is he a detective now? ... Wasn’t his name Richard Giordano? ... By any chance did he meet a choreographer today? ... That was Em. The phone number I gave him. … Seriously, same one!  Can you tell me what he thought of her? ... Excellent! … How you handle him is up to you, but I’ve already told her. … Hey, thanks.  Enjoy your evening. … We need to get together, and it sounds like soon!”
    “You aren’t kidding!” falls out of my mouth when Sabene hangs up the phone. I was so upset two years ago when she told me not to give him a hard time when he called, then so grateful when he hadn’t.  She even tried to get me to call him, having retrieved his number from Teddy.  I never did.
    Given the instant attraction I felt today, what could