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find
another inside man, look for someone inconspicuous. Someone no one
would notice.”
    “ Really,” he said. “And
what makes you such an expert?”
    Isa stared at him again. “I’ve been
around,” she finally continued. “I know what the ones hiding behind
a veil of ordinary unimportance are capable of.”
    Alex had nothing to say to that. She
wasn’t wrong.
    He smiled his slightly crooked, boyish
grin again and chuckled at her observation. “You’re not wrong,” he
said. “I’ll tell you what why don’t you and I go through your list
of employees and see what pops out?”
    “ I’m afraid I don’t know
them that well Sergeant,” she paused. “Ben would be better to
ask.”
    Alex nodded. He thanked her for her
time and input and the information he had asked for, and promised
he would keep in touch, dipping his head slightly to look into her
eyes when he said the last.
    She blinked her big green eyes at him
and said nothing, her face blank. The corner of his mouth twitched
slightly. He had no doubt she was not involved in the crimes at The
Inferno. But it was a sticky situation wanting to grab and kiss the
owner of the club he had busted. He would have to bide his time.
That was ok though, he would use that time wisely, planting the
seeds.
    “ One last thing,” she said
as if she were the one that had been conducting the interview.
“Will Maggie be charged?”
    “ The ADA will be
contacting both of you, all of you,” he corrected. “I haven’t been
instructed to charge her at this time. But it’s better for her and
all of you to cooperate.”
    Isa nodded and thanked him, opening
the door.
     

Chapter 8
     
    As soon as the door had closed, Isa’s
housekeeper, Renée, came out of the kitchen. Fanning herself with a
hand towel, she mimicked get her finger burned on something
sizzling. Isa laughed derisively and shook her head. “Renée, he’s a
cop who busted up The Inferno and thinks Ben may have had something
to do with it.”
    “ That just makes it more
exciting,” Renée said. At Isa’s look, she held up her hands in
surrender and went back to her work. “We all have hormones child,”
Renée said from the relative safety of the kitchen.
    “ If you don’t drop it,
I’ll pull your hormones out of your skin and make you eat them,”
Isa warned.
    Renée just laughed. Isa never could
intimidate the older woman. Not even when she had put her boot up
the ass of Renée’s shithead ex-husband seconds after he backhanded
Renée across the room of their bar in New Orleans.
    Isa had shown him what a true back
hand could do to the cartilage of a nose. Renée had simply looked
at her and sighed, “That’s no way for a young lady to behave, but
thank you.”
    Isa had been dumbfounded by the
reprimand and the thanks. After that Renée had needed somewhere to
get away from him, so Isa had suggested moving with her to New York
to take care of her home. It did her good to have a little reminder
of home.
    Renée was Cajun, the blood and soul of
New Orleans. Isa missed it a little, but as much as she was
thinking about leaving New York, she wouldn’t go back
there.
    She did things on her own time at her
own pace. But the people around here always seemed to want
something faster which was why Isa didn’t interact with people if
she could help it.
    Ben was a friend, her only friend
besides Renée. But she was perfectly fine with not having seen him
and only speaking a handful of times over the past five months on
her travels.
    She had altered the records of her
travels and her emails only slightly for the Sergeant. She wasn’t
stupid enough to leave a paper trail in the first place but caution
never hurt.
    She wandered back over to the glass
wall and picked up her coffee. Staring into it, she thought it
looked like the color of his eyes.
    She was used to men’s attention good
and bad. She knew the Sergeant was interested. He wouldn’t push it,
not yet, not with the case open.
    Isa wasn’t a