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My cellphone howled.

Throwing her head back, Tinkerbell howled too.

“Shush,”I commanded and handed her back to Enrique. I swiped my cellphone screen. “What’s up Dad?”

My father’s deep voice simmered with barely controlled exasperation, “That cop knows where you are.”

“What! How?”

“Your mother. The detective called, demanding to talk with you. Your mother told him you were attending a fancy charity benefit and to call back later.”

I groaned. Mom was such a blabbermouth. “Anything else?”

“Yes. She told him he should be ashamed of himself. You are only doing God’s work,” Dad replied.

“Oh, crap. That’s as good as a confession.”

“Once the detective meets your mother in person, he might not think so. You have about an hour before he tracks you down.”

“Thanks for the heads-up Dad.”

“Oh yeah, the detective wanted to know if you had a nun’s habit,” Dad added.

“What did Mom say?”

“You’re Baptist and why would you need a habit?”

I laughed. “Good point.”

“Watch your back and remember what I taught you.”

“I will.”

“Love you,” Dad said and hung up.

Jana frowned. “Give me the bad news.”

“Detective Callaghan knows where to find me.”

“Fuck.”

I smiled grimly. “Exactly.” I quickly checked my voicemail. Yeow. Dutch was using his scary cop’s voice and demanding I meet with him.

Enrique asked, “Can the cop prove anything?”

“Not yet.”

“Then you play the innocent.”

Jana grinned. “Just act like your mother.”

“A ditzy bimbo?”

“It’ll drive him nuts,” Jana responded.

I rubbed my hands. “Let the games begin.”

Chapter Six

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