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does seem better, doesn’t it?”
    She took the 215 freeway to Henderson, a suburb of Vegas.
    “Have you ever done that?” he asked as she navigated the off-ramp.
    “What?”
    “Dissolved someone in acid?”
    Tasha snorted. That was an unnecessarily messy way to get rid of a body, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. “I saw it on Breaking Bad .”
    Marco laughed until she pulled up outside a three-story apartment building.
    She parked at the curb and examined the street. There were enough cars that she doubted they’d be noticed. A neighborhood like this housed people who worked in the casinos, meaning that in the early afternoon they were at home or running errands before going to work. There was plenty of traffic and movement to cover their visit.
    “Do you think she’s home?” Marco asked.
    “She’s an escort, so probably.”
    “She’s a what?”
    Tasha’s lips twitched. He looked mortally offended. “An escort. A high-class one if that makes you feel better.”
    “An escort? I don’t sleep with escorts.”
    “It seems that you did.”
    “Fuck.” Marco rubbed his face. “We really were set up, weren’t we?”
    “I’m afraid so. It’s unlikely an off-duty escort just happened to join your party the same night that a blackmail video was taken.”
    “Do you think that’s what she does? Blackmail people who hire her?”
    “A quality escort can make more serving clients than with blackmail. Besides, I thought you said you didn’t hire her.”
    “We didn’t, I meant…never mind.”
    “Let’s go.”
    Together they got out of the car. Tasha took a hair tie from her pocket and pulled her hair up into a high ponytail. She then adjusted her expensive jeans, tugging them down just enough that a bit of belly showed between the waistband and the bottom of the shirt. She laced her arm through Marco’s, setting her expression to a casual smile. After a moment of stiffness, he adapted, covering her hand with his and smiling down at her.
    Tasha’s belly fluttered. Taken aback, she looked away from his smiling face. What was wrong with her that she was having this strange uncontrolled reaction to him? She still wasn’t sure why she’d brought him. She never took people with her on ops unless she needed them as bait. The words had popped out of her mouth last night before she could stop them.
    They took the stairs to the second floor. Tasha tugged on him to keep the pace slow, giving her time to identify where they were going so that to anyone watching it would seem they knew exactly what they were doing.
    She let go of Marco and nudged him so that he was standing beside the door, outside the range of the peephole before she knocked on the door to 210.
    A sleepy-looking Asian girl with improbably large breasts opened the door.
    “Hello?” The girl shrugged a hoodie on over the tank top and boxers she wore, her eyes, still lined with last night’s make-up, were wary.
    “Hi.” Tasha cocked her hip to the side and grinned. “Is Sandra here? I’m her friend Ashley. I know this is so last minute, but she totally said I should drop by next time I was in town, and here I am.”
    “Oh.” The girl relaxed, leaning on the open door. “Sorry, Sandra doesn’t live here anymore.”
    “Shoot.” Tasha let her face fall. “Are you serious?”
    “Yeah. She moved out about a month ago.”
    Around the same time the blackmail video was taken. Marco, who was pressed against the wall to the right of the door, stiffened.
    “Do you have her new address? I’ve totally texted her too, but I think she isn’t getting my messages. She never responded when I texted her about coming.”
    “I think she got a new phone. And she moved away to Boston or Chicago, I don’t remember which. She peaced out pretty quick.”
    Tasha’s fingertips were tingling—the woman in the blackmail video all of a sudden moved to Chicago, where Marco lived, or Boston, the headquarters of the Trinity Masters?
    “Seriously?” Tasha