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Chris followed a few steps behind “Claire, this guy is—”

“I’m about to find out exactly who he is”

A s of customers munched away at the round tables on the first floor She didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary Well, except for the sudden drop in conversation followed by an i

Yeah, finding a dead body in your Dumpster will make people do that

“Where is he?” Claire asked no one in particular

Celestine Arthur, one of the regulars, pointed a bony finger toward the bar off to the side of the dining roolow lit up the old crone’s face

“Enjoy the show, Celestine” Claire marched toward the side room, Chris hot on her heels

Suzie, the bartender, stood behind the bar polishing it Today, she had only one customer

Target acquired

Claire zoned in on the guy facing her at the opposite end of the bar Steae coffee cup he pale hands

He took a slow sip and his shoulders visibly relaxed “Now that is a good cup of coffee, Suzie Thank you”

His low voice slid over Claire’s skin, caressing her hidden pleasure zones as strongly as if he had touched her Unless he was a ht’s nasal-toned threats had co at her bar

He aze because he raised his head

Her breath caught Danificent He had close-cropped dark, almost black hair She’d bet today’s receipts that the small scar on his cheek was all that had kept his face fro plastered on billboards in Times Square A small dimple in his chin punctuated his chiseled jaw Only his full lips, al masculinity of the rest of his face

He had trouble written all over hies yearn for a nearby bed She licked her dry lips and stood as tall as she could