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this is my very good friend as well as my aide in this unfortunate affair, Mindy Maurek.”
    No, this wasn’t awkward, not at all.
    Then it promptly got worse.
    Dennis O’Keefe blinked. “Mindy . . . Mork ?”
    Mindy sighed. She’d been through this her entire life. To her surprise, having to deal with the old routine actually managed to help her wrench her eyes off him. Talking to the grandfather clock beyond his right shoulder, she said, “Technically it’s Maur-ECK, but everybody says ‘Mork.’ So my dad thought it would be cute to name me Mindy. Mork and Mindy being his favorite show in college.”
    O’Keefe said with that wicked grin. “Will it piss you off if I tell you how much I loved Robin Williams as a kid? My buddies and I watched reruns until the tapes wore out.”
    “Everybody watched it, judging by how many people called me Mork when I was a kid,” Mindy said, remembering Mork the Pork, and Mork the Dork . But that was a long time ago. She was a grownup now, and this was business, and she could keep her eyes away from his face— not his package —augh!
    “Do sit down, dear, so that Mr. O’Keefe can explain,” Mrs. Haskell said kindly, and poured out some coffee.
    Mindy clutched at the cup and saucer thankfully, glad to have something to do with her hands. And eyes. Especially her eyes.
    As she busied herself with cream and sugar, her mind was reeling: It was him . Only wearing clothes. She was glad he was in clothes, but when she glanced his way, all she could remember was his shirt unbuttoned, revealing a muscular chest covered with soft ruddy fuzz narrowing over tights abs to a treasure trail pointing straight to—
    Clink! The stirring spoon clattered to the saucer. “Sorry. Sorry,” Mindy said, knowing her face was radioactive red. “My finger slipped—it’s this heat.”
    Like that would explain her red face in a room that had to be no warmer than 72 degrees.
    “Unfortunately, Jerome seems to have gotten himself into far more trouble than is about to come down on his head from me,” Mrs. Haskell said.
    Okay, this sounds serious, Mindy thought, gulping in a breath to steady her. She managed to meet Dennis O’Keefe’s jungle cat gaze, but not without another wave of heat shooting from hairline to hoohah.
    She crossed her legs the other way as Dennis said, “I’m part of an investigative team from a sub-department of the FBI, looking into possible fraud. The vector is this film Jerome Haskell has been raising money for. Have you heard of Argo , the fake science fiction movie used as a front for rescuing hostages?”
    “I remember reading about that,” Mindy said. “Is he part of a rescue operation?”
    “I wish he was. What we believe is that there isn’t going to be any picture. He appears to be going through the motions of putting one together as a way of scamming money from rich but clueless investors. We’re trying to track these down so we can get a paper trail that will hold up in court. I’ve been acting the role of a new clueless rich target. He’s been wooing me, the idea being that I hold out until he introduces me to the rest, or at least I can get some names. Unless you got some?”
    Mindy stared, the back of her neck chilling. “I don’t know anything about it. Sorry.”
    “No, but that data you gave Mrs. Haskell here was really, really good. My department spent the last two days following up on everything you provided, except of course for these conversations you manage to record bits of. Hats off to some excellent work.”
    Mindy thanked him, thinking: No one ever minds talking in front of a well-behaved poodle .
    “I was to ask if you have any more.”
    “You have everything I got. My job was to find out if he was cheating, and with whom. My following him to three different banks, and the rest of that, was part of my narrowing down who he was sneaking around with and where. He met the woman in question at one of the banks—a loan officer. It wasn’t my