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bloomed and seemed to fit right in with the natural green of the fields and trees surrounding the house. She took a seat on the back porch swing that was indeed the same one that Miss Lily had. Kenna brought out a variety of drinks, some cheese, and crackers and then sat down next to Dani.
    “So, do you want me to start now? Maybe it would be easier if you asked me questions, Cole.”
    “Hold on Dani, we need to wait for Mo and Ahmed,” Kenna said as she filled a glass with lemonade.
    “Who are they?”
    “Mo owns the farm next to ours and Ahmed is his security guy. They’ve been a big help during this whole thing. Ahmed is the one who got Whitney to talk. Ah, here they are now.”
    Dani looked to the side of the house to where two men were walking towards them. One man was of normal height, maybe five ten. He was thick and had a cold look in his eyes that made her shiver. The second man made her shiver for a whole different reason. The second man was taller. Closer to six foot or six one and so smoothly handsome she felt as if awoken from a four month sleep. His features were sharp and clean. Amber eyes showed intelligence and a self-confidence that stopped short of arrogance. His dark hair was slicked back with minimal gel and stopped at his collar. Both men had lightly browned skin and features she placed as Middle Eastern or Mediterranean heritage.
    “What’s going on, dear? Did we have a breakthrough in the investigation?” His silky voice asked as he looked from Kenna to Cole. Dani saw his eyes then come to a rest on her. She could tell he was trying to figure out who she was, but was too polite to ask.
    “Mo, Ahmed, I would like to introduce you to my best friend, Danielle De Luca. Dani, this is Mohtadi Ali Rahman, or just Mo to his friends. And this is his head of security, Ahmed.” Kenna smiled as she moved to sit back down after pouring the drinks.
    “It’s nice to meet you both.” Dani felt her hands start to sweat and placed them on her knees hoping the men wouldn’t want to shake it. When she looked up from her lap she saw that Mo was still looking at her. A blush crawled up her cheeks. She felt the intensity of his gaze all the way to her toes.
    Ahmed cleared his throat and sat down next to Cole. She felt more than saw Mo take the seat next to her, but what she did see was Paige’s raised eyebrows and Kenna’s smile.
    “Okay, Danielle, now that we’re all here, why don’t you tell us everything you remember starting with Kenna’s birthday party.” Cole pulled out a digital recorder and also a pad and paper.
    With a nod Danielle focused on the rolling green hills that made up Kenna’s backyard and transported herself back to that night.

Chapter Four
     
    Four Months Ago...
     
    The valet at New York’s hottest club, The Zone, opened her door as she climbed out of Kenna’s to-die-for car. At times, she felt bad that she always bummed rides off Kenna, but a hundred thousand dollar car should be worshiped. And boy oh boy, did she worship Kenna’s cherry red M6.
    Kenna waved to the bouncer and Dani noticed she got the standard check out. She rolled her eyes when the bouncer watched them walk past the velvet rope. It irritated her when men were so obvious. She knew because of her height she stood out and it embarrassed her when people would stare.
    Growing up, she was the tall and lanky one who everyone made fun of. In Italy, they called her sottile alberello d’ oliva , or “the skinny little olive tree” in English. When she had moved to Maine, they had just called her Olive Oyl. She had been stick thin, with no curves, no boobs, and no ass until she was seventeen. Finally, miracle of all miracles, her cup size grew from an A to a C. Granted, it was a small C, but a C nonetheless. She developed muscles from the skiing and hiking she enjoyed year round, and built confidence from training on her rifle and bow. Even at twenty-seven years old with her gorgeous looks, she still felt like