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demanded.
    “And I still want to know who that guy is,” Reggie added.
    “And there’s…blood all over you,” Sandra said, ignoring her daughter. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
    “I’m fine, I promise, but you’ll have to excuse me,” Jessy said, wiping at the blood, suddenly desperate for a shower.
    She practically ran to her room, where she couldn’t get her clothing off quickly enough. She threw it all straight into the trash basket, knowing she would never wear a single piece of it ever again. She hurried into the shower and turned the water on so hot that it was almost scalding, then rubbed her skin practically raw. She massaged shampoo through her hair over and over, until, finished at last, she threw on her terry robe and hurried back into the family room.
    Reggie and Sandra spun around to stare at her again, and before Sandra could manage a word, Reggie demanded, “Tell me now. Who is that guy? Have you been holding out on us?”
    “No. I never saw him before tonight. His name is Dillon Wolf,” Jessy told her.
    “Oh, okay. They said his name on TV,” Reggie said.
    “Oh? Did they say my name?” Jessy asked.
    “No, you’re just the unidentified redhead,” Sandra told her. She looked concerned, and rose from the sofa to bring Jessy a cup of tea.
    Jessy thanked her and took a sip, then choked. It was half brandy.
    “Sandra—”
    “You need it,” Sandra told her.
    “You might have warned me,” Jessy protested.
    “Could we get back to what happened?” Sandra asked.
    “I was playing craps—”
    “What?” Sandra broke in, frowning.
    “Not to worry, I wasn’t betting the house or anything,” she said. Not quite, anyway.
    “And was the hottie playing craps, too?” Reggie asked.
    Jessy laughed. “I don’t think he’d like being called a hottie.”
    “Is he here to complain?” Reggie asked.
    “No, but—”
    “Let’s get off the guy,” Sandra said. “We know more about him now than Jessy does, I’m willing to bet.”
    “What are you talking about?” Jessy asked.
    “Oh, they kept announcing his name on TV, like Reggie said,” Sandra explained. “He’s a P.I. with a hush-hush government agency of some kind.”
    “I think he’s working for Emil Landon,” Jessy said, confused. She took another swallow of the brandy-laced tea. Now that she was forewarned, it was delicious.
    “I bet he’s working undercover,” Reggie said, excited. “So how did you get to know him so quickly? When is your next date?”
    “We weren’t on a date,” Jessy said.
    “I was playing craps. Dillon Wolf was at the table—I didn’t even know his name then. But—I won. I won a lot of money. It was bizarre—as if an invisible hand was literally moving the dice until they landed on a hard ten. Anyway, I was starting to leave, and then the man plowed into me, knocked me onto the table—”
    “Dillon Wolf knocked you onto the craps table?” Reggie asked.
    “No, the dead man, the murder victim.”
    “He was dead, but he knocked you down?” Sandra asked, confused.
    “He was dying when he knocked me down, and then he died on top of me. And then Dillon Wolf came back and helped me up. Actually, I think he convinced the cops to let me out of there, too,” Jessy said.
    “Cool,” Reggie told her. “So are you going to see him again?”
    “I don’t know why I would,” Jessy said.
    “I don’t know why you wouldn’t,” Reggie said.
    “He didn’t ask me out, for one thing.”
    “He will,” Reggie said confidently.
    Jessy smiled and took another sip of the tea. It all seemed distant now, as if it had all happened to someone else. The man, Tanner Green, falling on her…dying.
    “What a night,” Sandra said quietly. “What you told Timothy…Before all that happened, you made enough to keep him at the home?”
    Jessy smiled falteringly. “It was amazing. It never happened before, and I’m sure it will never happen again, but yes, I made enough to keep Timothy there for the