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how do we know he won’t see us?”
    “He better not be where we’re going.”
    “Where exactly is that?”
    Dara and Marnie giggled while Bri reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of hot pink, boy-cut short shorts, a matching push-up bra, and a long blonde wig.
    “ The Velvet Glove ,” Bri said easily. “It’s amateur night.”
    She couldn’t stop her eyes from widening at the mention of Primrose’s most elegant gentlemen’s club. “I’m not wearing those and I’m not going there .”
    “Oh drink your wine, Alex.” Marnie thrust the bottle in her direction. “You’ll never know the difference.”
    “Wait, there’s more.” Bri shrugged as she pulled out a pair of hot pink, spiked heels. “We’ll get a private room. A little fun and another bottle of wine and you’ll sleep worry free.”
    Alex took the bottle from Marnie and drew another long swig – long enough to polish off the contents. “You know, you’re right. Maybe entertainment is what I need.”
    Dara frowned. “Did you work today?”
    “I attended one hearing at the courthouse and spent about thirty minutes with a police detective who filed a police report.” She snorted. “And thanks to Jackson, I traveled first class in a limousine.”
    “And you’re annoyed?”
    “Yes, Dara! I am!”
    “Um.” Her friend leaned her head to one side. “Why?”
    She stopped short at Dara’s question. Why did Jackson’s gesture irritate her when he’d gone out of his way to make the best of a bad situation? No one in her right mind would be disappointed. Yet, somehow sanity seemed to escape her at the moment.
    “Just because!” She stood, grabbed the change of clothing from Bri, and headed out of the living room. “I’m going out.”
    “This might not be such a good idea after all,” Marnie mumbled.
    “I heard that, Marnie!” She released a string of giggles she couldn’t have stopped if she’d wanted to as she entered the nearby guest bathroom and peeled off clothing. “It’s a great idea!”
     
    ***
     
    Jackson checked his watch as he entered the office of Recovery Specialists, Inc. and hoped to hell Ryker had good news.
    “Please tell me she didn’t make him,” he blurted in introduction as he slumped into a chair in front of Ryker’s desk.
    “Would you relax? Storm has it all under control. She followed your instructions all day and the limo dropped her back at home about an hour ago.”
    He exhaled the breath he hadn’t realized he held. “Without incident?”
    “Affirmative. Now we wait on the Primrose PD.”
    “I met with the Captain this afternoon. He assured me he’d assign a detective to investigate immediately.”
    “You think he’ll have problems obtaining the warrant?”
    “With accusation of bodily harm, most likely not.” He shrugged. “If there’s an issue, Alex has pull with the judges. We should hear something by tomorrow at the latest.”
    “Have you talked to her today?”
    “No, I got tied up at the station. I thought I’d stop by when we’re done here.”
    “We need to bug her phone.”
    “I’ll pick it up while I’m there.”
    “Do you suppose we can do it without complication?”
    He had to laugh. “Probably not, but I’ll get it done.”
    “I’m willing to bet some of her conversations are interesting.”
    “How?”
    Ryker’s response was interrupted by the chirp of his cell phone. He glanced down at his hip. “It’s Storm.”
    Jackson raised an eyebrow and listened.
    “When? Where?” Ryker frowned and then shook his head. “ Where? ” Another slight hesitation on Ryker’s part made the hair stand on the back of Jackson’s neck. Some sort of sixth sense told him that if Ryker was rattled, he wouldn’t like the outcome of this call.
    “Okay Storm, hold your position. We’re en route.” Ryker’s top lip twitched as he disconnected, clipped the phone back onto his belt, and leaned back in his chair with his hands buckled behind his head. “We have a