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Mindy said. “I can’t say I’m happy when I’m successful, but I do feel that those who want the truth deserve to have it.”
    “Your dear great-grandmother was exactly the same way. People can say what they want about her, but I personally thought her one of the sanest, as well as the most generous, ladies of my acquaintance. You remind me of her.”
    “Thank you,” Mindy said. “I still miss her.”
    They parted with mutual compliments, and Mindy drove away, aware of a day with nothing scheduled. She went home and changed into dance clothes, then drove to the studio, where she knew her favorite instructor in American Tribal Fusion-style belly dancing was teaching a class in improvisation, which meant she could zone out mentally.
    Weird. She’d nailed another lying, cheating parasite, but she felt like she’d lost the case. No, more like she’d missed something important. But she knew she hadn’t. Mrs. Haskell hadn’t wanted details about Haskell’s business dealings. She’d wanted to know if her suspicions of infidelity were true or not. And Mindy had unfortunately discovered the truth.
    She knew what it was—she was still thinking about Red Hot. And not just thinking. When she’d gone through her cell to dump the bad pictures of Haskell and transfer the others to her archive in the Cloud, she’d kept all those shots of Red Hot.
    A hard session of dance felt good, but her inner dog was restless, ready to pop out and howl. Mindy was restless, too, trying to get that guy out of her mind.
    Maybe it was time for a trip somewhere new, somewhere she’d never been. That  might help her clear her head.
    Her cell beeped.
    She stared down in surprise at a message from Mrs. Haskell, asking her to call at her earliest convenience.
    “Wow, another mistress?” she asked the wall. “Haskell sure doesn’t waste any time!”
     
    * * *
     
    “There seems to be a new wrinkle,” Dennis’s old Signal Corps unit mate, Greg Ling, said as they sat down at a far table in a West End coffee shop. “Peretti and Sloane are checking out some new information as fast as they can, but what you need to know right now is that Haskell’s wife has apparently decided to throw lawyers at him in divorce.”
    “Why?”
    “Cheating on her.”
    Dennis remembered the angry blonde at the resort. “Right.”
    Greg leaned toward Dennis. “Sloane says that if everything checks out, we might need you to go talk her down—her and her unlicensed P.I., who sailed completely under the radar. But seems to have dug up more bones than our entire team.”
    “ I have to talk to them? Won’t that blow my cover as Dan Moore, rich idiot?”
    “I’ve got to be at the airport to shadow Torvaldsen, who’s due at LAX in an hour, Sloane and Peretti are trying to nail down these new leads, and there is no one else we can bring in right now. Anyway, it should make it easier for the wife if you go explain your cover. Convince her to sit tight, and the P.I. to cooperate with us, just until we can get this wrapped up. We can’t let Haskell get spooked until we nail him—and the rest of his rats—before they jump ship.”
    Dennis sighed. This job had gone FUBAR, as far as he was concerned, beginning that next morning when he hadn’t found the mysterious Payton anywhere—and further, no one knew who she was or what party she’d belonged to. Then Haskell had come slamming out of his suite in a rotten mood, pressuring Dennis for a check over a gentleman’s agreement, no contracts between friends, right?
    Dennis had found it harder than ever to concentrate on Haskell’s crap when his mind kept zapping straight back to the hotel bedroom and that amazing woman. And every time he thought of her, his tiger stirred, distracting him further.
    Head in the game! The sooner he got hard evidence on Haskell, the sooner this damn thing would be over and done with.
    “All right. I’ll go,” he said to Greg. “Let’s get this wrapped.”
    Dennis’s bad mood