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she wouldn’t get in the way of his big plans by revealing
her true feelings and, perhaps, sabotaging his decision.
    Sammy had been
wondering about execution of body language with regard to dialogue
when she’d glanced out the window, spotted that car.
    This couldn’t
be coincidence.
    She moved out
onto the sidewalk, looked both ways, and then jogged across the
street. As she knocked on the driver’s side window, Mr. Wild
dragged the aviator sunglasses down to the tip of his aquiline nose
and sent over a slanted smile. She rolled a finger in a tight
circle: Wind down the window. When the glass had whirred down, she laid her
forearms on the ledge and, bending at the hips, rested her chin on
stacked fists.
    “ Are you
tailing my ass, Mr. Wild?” she teased.
    “ Your tail
will get creamed if you keep it stuck out there in the
traffic.”
    “ Would that
be an invitation to join you?”
    He tried for a
bland expression but she caught a sparkle in his eyes at the same
time a sedan whizzed by and blew up her skirt. Growling, Chase
leaned across and opened the vehicle’s passenger side
door.
    “ For Christ’s
sake, get in.”
    A week had
passed since her mishap at The Don. Chase Wild had made it clear
that he didn’t want to see her again. He wanted nothing to do with
her search for the stolen ring. But he had been curious. Obviously still
was.
    Sammy trotted
around front and zipped inside. Eager, she rubbed her hands
together. But before she got too excited, she wanted to be sure she
had this right. Had he ultimately decided that he did want to help, just
like Laycee had thought he would?
    “ Does this
mean you’ve decided to work with me?” she asked.
    “ Let’s see if
we can establish some ground rules first.”
    She sat back.
“Sounds good.”
    “ You speak to
no one else about this,” he said, “unless, or until, I okay it. No
police, or insurance companies, or Garfield. Check?”
    “ Check.”
    “ You keep
your mouth shut about what we’re doing. No flapping of gums with
friends.”
    “ But I have a
couple of—”
    “ No . Now say it.”
    “ I won’t tell
my friends what we’re doing.” She turned to him more. “What are we
doing exactly?”
    His steely
expression eased into a bone-melting grin. “We’re going to find
some answers. See if we can piece this together.”
    Sammy wanted
to punch the air. She felt so psyched, she could have kissed him.
Kissed him really, really hard.
    “ You and me.”
She beamed. “Like a team?”
    “ I guess. In
a Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson sort of way.”
    “ So, I’m the
apprentice. The sidekick.”
    She’d gone for
a part like that in a low budget flick once. She’d got so into the
head of the character, she felt as if she still owned it. There was
a huge psychological slant to detective work which she thought her
character had got right. The director had said she’d shown real
potential.
    “ You can be
my sidekick as long as you do precisely what you’re told,” Chase
Wild said, sounding stern.
    But his body
language—the way he leaned toward her—tipped his hand. She could
tell. He was psyched, too.
    “ When do we
approach Garfield?”
    “ I have some
research to do,” he said, “before we think about going anywhere
near him.”
    “ What kind of
research?”
    “ Records of
similar crimes around that time for starters.”
    “ How are we
going to get records like that?”
    He winked. “I
have some pretty hot connections.”
    She almost
licked her lips. I just bet you
do.
     
    Chase felt his
eyes bug out.
    Was that
a dance pole ?
    Yep.
Definitely. The kind next-to-naked women wearing six-inch heels
swirled around in establishments that catered to certain men’s
needs. Establishments vastly different from The Don.
    When he had
entered Sammy’s condo a moment ago, he’d made mental notes: small,
neat and, given her vocation as an actress, partly predictable.
Overlapping movie posters littered the walls. Several stacks of
DVDs towered