storage.”
“I’ve got an old garage behind my house,” Kate said. “We’ll put your stuff in there.”
Relief on his face, Pete nodded. “Thank you.”
Walking down the steps in front of the Towson courthouse, Rob put a big hand gently on Kate’s shoulder. “Now who’s losing their perspective?”
“Yeah, about that. Sorry I gave you a hard time. Now that I’ve met Pete... If anybody deserves a break from the system, it’s him.”
Rob shook his head. “The breaks don’t seem to be in his favor here. There’s no way you can raise twenty-five grand, and the bail bondsman’s going to want collateral for the rest.”
“I know. It’s a long shot, but I’ve got to try. I’m scared to death what several months in jail is likely to do to him.”
They had reached the sidewalk. “I’ll walk you to the your car,” Rob said. After a couple minutes of silence, he glanced over at Kate. “I think I want to hire Skip’s agency to look into this.”
She stopped walking and blinked at him. Anxiety fluttered in her chest.
“I got Pete to sign a waiver of confidentiality so we can fill him in.” Rob took her hand and looked down at her, concern in his eyes. “But I won’t ask Skip if you don’t want me to.”
Kate sighed. She appreciated that he’d asked her first but she couldn’t begin to sort out how she felt about the idea. She squeezed his hand, then let it go. “I’ll talk to him about it after dinner and call you. But I can’t let you pay for it by yourself. If we decide he’s going to take the case, that is.”
“We’ll split it,” Rob said.
Kate gave him a half smile. It was the tactic she used on him to let her pay her share when they went to lunch.
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Kate waited until Edie’s homework was done and the children were in bed. She sat down on the sofa next to her husband and turned sideways, sitting cross-legged to face him.
The gold flecks in his hazel eyes flashed at her as his mouth spread slowly into one of his easy grins. She couldn’t begin to imagine life without him. Her chest hurt at the thought. She reached up and brushed an unruly lock of hair back off his forehead. Her fingertips grazed his skin.
Skip’s grin softened into a dreamy smile. He captured her hand and kissed her palm.
Kate stifled a small gasp. Trying to ignore the tingling sensations that gentle touch of his lips had elicited, she wrapped both of her hands around his. “I need to talk to you about a client.”
She almost laughed out loud at the expression on his face as he struggled to shift gears from seduction to shop talk.
She gave him the background on Peter Jamieson, then moved on to that day’s events. “He and the guy he’s accused of killing, they were seen arguing on the street downtown yesterday afternoon. Rob wants to hire you to investigate.”
“How do you know he didn’t do it?” Skip asked.
“Can we come back to that in a minute. I’m not at all sure I want you to get involved in this case. The street they were on was two blocks from The Block and the murder victim was a drug dealer and a pimp. This is not in the same league as your normal cases. As much as I want to help Pete, I’m scared to death at the thought of you poking into this.”
Skip pulled his hands loose from hers and gently took her by the shoulders. “Kate, I thought we’d gotten past this.”
She had thought so too. Last year they’d stumbled into an international assassination plot and had spent a
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