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  He tilted his head and gave her a long once-over, making her glad she had on good clothes. "Do you have any work experience?"

  She gave a quick head shake. "But I'm a fast learner."

  "And how old are you, dear?"

  "Sixteen." She swallowed, wondering if he'd ask why she wasn't in school. If it seemed to matter, she'd pretend she could only work afternoons and weekends.

  He didn't ask, though—just said, "Actually, my wife, Melissa, handles the hiring. But tell you what—leave your name and number and I'll pass it on to her with my recommendation. Next time she's looking for a new clerk, she might call you."

  Shondra kept smiling as she stepped up to the counter and wrote her name and Jake's phone number on the slip of paper the man offered.

  He peered down at it. "Shondra," he said. "Well, Shondra, good luck on your job search. I'm certain someone will have a job for a girl as pretty as you." He concluded with a wink.

  'Thanks," she said, her smile growing more forced as she turned and walked out, glad to be gone. He'd been nice—too nice, icky nice; she could tell that fast. She wished Melissa had been there. And it was only as she walked away, leaving all the pretty dresses and strains of violins behind, that it occurred to her he'd been calling someone besides his wife "darling."

  Jake came back late that afternoon, still pissed—at everything—but trying hard not to feel it. Trying hard to feel like himself, the slightly better self he'd been lately. He wasn't exactly sure how to do that without Stephanie in his life, but he still had Shondra at his place, and she didn't deserve to have him acting like a jerk.

  He was surprised to find the apartment empty, except for Scruff. The ever-vigilant mutt greeted him at the door, jumping up against him like they were pals. "Mangy, no-good couillon," he muttered, scratching the dog behind one ear before he said, "Enough, get down."

  He'd come back to keep searching for Tina. Now, more than ever, finding the girl seemed paramount. Find her and Stephanie goes home. Even if his stomach twisted at the thought, it would be best for both of them once she went back to Chicago.

  He planned to start checking out the CBD tonight after dark. He'd decided not to call Stephanie for Melody's list—it wouldn't take rocket science to determine where the prostitutes hung out. He'd save himself some work, though, if he checked with Tony first, so he picked up the phone, dialed Tony's cell, and sat down in one of the old vinyl kitchen chairs.

  "Hello."

  "Hey pard, it's me."

  "Why if it isn't Jake the Snake." Tony sounded too damn cheerful—he hadn't called Jake the stupid nickname for years, since back before Becky, during the immature time when they'd compared notes, bragged about conquests.

  "Listen, I'm gonna hit the CBD later—look for our missin' girl. You hit any of the hot spots yet?"

  Tony sounded more sober when he said, "No, actually. Been chained to my desk all day working a new case, so the CBD's wide open. Tell Stephanie I'm sorry I haven't had a chance to do any snooping yet."

  Jake swallowed and figured he might as well get this over with. "You'll have to tell her that yourself."

  As expected, Tony went on the alert. "Why the hell's that?"

  "We're not... together anymore. I'm still lookin' for her sister, but that's it."

  "Don't tell me you got pissed at her for coming to the house. Because if that's the problem, it was as much my fault as hers."

  "That has nothin' to do with it." Not exactly anyway.

  "Then what the hell happened?"

  Jake took a deep breath. "Not your business, man."

  "I don't give a shit—I'm making it my business. She's a nice woman, Jake. The kind you hang onto."

  "Well, she's free now. You like her so much, call her up and ask her out yourself." He'd skin Tony alive if he actually did that, of course, but he had a point to make—that he and Stephanie were through.

  "You exhaust me," Tony said quietly on the other end.

  "I never asked you to care."

  "My bad luck that I do, I guess." He sighed. "Damn it, I thought you were ... getting better." "Yeah, well, looks like a relapse." "Sometimes I really think you're hopeless, man." "I don't care."

  'That's your problem. You need to try caring about something. Like Stephanie, maybe."

  "Leave this alone, Tony. I mean it." He hung up the phone and let out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding, then shut his eyes. He was so goddamned tired. The safety of sleep beckoned, the safety of turning off the world and not having to care.

  But sleep wasn't always safe. Once upon a time, there had been those godawful nightmares—Becky and blood. He'd traded them in, it seemed, for sex dreams. A whole lot sweeter, but... not someplace he wanted to go at the moment. He didn't want to see Stephanie in his dreams any more than he wanted to see Becky.

  Heading to the living room, he reclined on the weight bench and started lifting. It was kind of like hammering. Took just enough concentration that nothing else polluted his head—usually anyway.

  He looked over when the door opened, nearly dropped 250 pounds on himself, and struggled to get the barbell in its resting place. "You're home," he said, sitting up. Shondra wore the official job-hunting outfit, so he tried to find a smile for her, despite how lousy he felt. "Been poundin' the pavement?"

  She nodded, but didn't look particularly happy, either.

  "No luck?"

  Taking a seat on the couch, she let out a long sigh. "Nobody in the whole damn French Quarter needs any help."

  "You covered the whole Quarter?" He arched a doubtful brow.

  She replied with a shrug. "Felt like it." Bending down, she hugged Scruff against her leg.

  "You'll try again another day." He braced his elbows on his knees. "Look real nice," he added.

  This brought out a smile from his 'tite fille. "Everything fits! I wore the other skirt this mornin'. I went out and bought some groceries, like you said. Oh, and I need to get laundry out of the dryer. After that, I'll make dinner. Hamburgers and some of those frozen French fries."

  He grinned, shocked and amazed and ... feeling utterly lazy. "You had a busy day."

  "Straight up," she said, sounding happy, kind of proud.

  An hour later, the sizzle of hamburgers sent a deliciously greasy scent through the apartment, and Jake was surprised to find he did still want to eat, and he hadn't had a good, homemade burger in a while. He sat in the living room, folding the clothes she'd washed, because it was the least he could do.

  "What'd you say Stephanie's sister's name was?" she asked as they sat in front of the TV a little while later with plates in their laps. She'd changed into a pair of her new shorts and, at a glance, looked like any other teenager. Scruff scared down his own private burger, sans bun, from a plate between them on the floor.

  Jake lowered his burger to the plate and turned to look at her. 'Tina. Why?"

  "Oh. Never mind. Just... a dude at a boutique I was in today was talkin' to some girl on the phone named Tiana. I thought maybe that was her name—couldn't remember. It sounded like he was gettin' busy with this Tiana 'cause he told me he was married to somebody named Melissa, but he called Tiana 'darling' before he knew I was there."

  The wheels in Jake's mind began to spin slowly. "What boutique?"

  "Less Cowl-ee-ers, somethin' like that. On Royal Street."

  "Les Couleurs," he said. "I know the place. Means colors."

  "Makes sense. All the stuff inside was arranged by color."

  "Damn it," he said. "What?"

  He shook his head. "I'm sorry—not cussin' at you. Just figured somethin' out. Maybe somethin' important."

  He couldn't be sure—but in another way, he thought, How could I have been so stupid? How could I have thought Tina was using her real name all this time? Of course, Tony had never suggested she might be using another name, either—but lots of escorts did. Hookers, strippers—they needed pretty, sexy-sounding names; it was part of what they were selling. Misti. Tawney. Bambi. All girls
he knew from Chez Sophia and he was pretty sure they hadn't been using those names since birth.

  Tina was awful damn close to Tiana. And he happened to know Les Couleurs belonged to a guy named Robert Nicholson, a whiskey sour who wasn't a regular at Sophia's, but he wasn't a rarity, either. One more middle-aged married guy who paid for it on the side. What if he was buying it from Stephanie's sister?

  More than that, Nicholson was on the list of guys Tony thought might have a link to Typhoeus. Tony was watching some others more closely—since they suspected drugs were being siphoned through the third floor, it made sense to look at the regulars. But Nicholson made the list because he had more money than he should—too big a house and too nice a deluxe cabin cruiser on Lake Pontchartrain and one too many vacation homes in places like Vail and Palm Beach. He owned the upscale dress shop and had some real estate investments, but he seemed like a guy who was doing way too well. And if Jake remembered correctly, Nicholson also had a conviction for possession on his record. He'd been found with an ounce of coke when he was fresh out of college twenty-some years ago. It wasn't much, but it showed the guy wasn't adverse to drugs.

  "What's so important?" Shondra asked.

  "I'm just wondering if your Tiana could possibly be my Tina." He set down his plate. "I'll be back in a minute. Need to make a phone call." He'd nearly reached the kitchen when he turned back to point to the mutt. "And don't let that dog eat my burger."

  Stephanie stood before the mirror in her room wearing the last of the sexy dresses she'd bought when she'd decided to search for Tina by pretending she was an escort. This dress was more casual than the others—sleeveless with a collar and buttons down the front, super short, and made of stretchy black fabric that hugged every curve. She wore a black push-up bra that thrust her breasts together for maximum cleavage, and she'd unbuttoned the dress to a point below her chest so that the bra showed in the center. Around her neck she wore a black choker, from her ear-lobes hung large silver hoops. Tightly curled hair, black strappy heels, and too much makeup completed the look.

  She knew she was supposed to stay put and let Jake find her sister, but for all she knew, he was still out on the bayou—wasting time. And she'd wasted enough damn time with him, time that could have been spent scouring the streets for Tina. Besides, she hadn't promised him today when he'd insisted. And as for promises—who really cared? The way she saw it, Jake's eyes had made promises to her. His kisses and his hands had delivered promises as well. Broken ones.

  What did she want with a guy like him anyway? He was so screwed up inside that he clearly didn't know what he wanted. And his demons were just too big for her to slay. She supposed maybe she'd started thinking she was doing that, wiping out the things that haunted him—but now she knew she'd been nothing more than a pleasant diversion.

  You wanted an affair, Stephanie. A lover. Well, you got 'em. Congratulations.

  Part of her would always be grateful for the joys Jake had opened her to—but another part of her wished she'd never laid eyes on him. Life had been easier before she'd known true desire, back when it had just been a vague, distant memory of something she'd experienced when she was young and naive. Even now, her body pulsed with need, wishing like crazy Jake would walk through her door and take her into his arms.

  But only if he loved her, too.

  She couldn't, wouldn't, be a fool for him. She couldn't go back to merely wanting sex from Jake—now it was love or nothing, unfortunately.

  And it looked like nothing had won, hands down.

  "Bastard," she bit off through clenched teeth.

  Deep inside, she was unsure if she had the right to hold him responsible for her feelings—but it was easier that way. She hadn't cried since she'd hit U.S. 10 late this morning, where she'd dried her eyes and vowed it was time to move on, time to find Tina and take her home where they both belonged. And to hope she never crossed the path of Jake Broussard—her lover, the man she'd fallen in love with—ever again.

  She shut her eyes against the pain of that love. Don't feel it. Don 't feel it.

  Soon you can go back to your old life, your old self.

  God knew that had been easier—boring dates, tedious sex, and all.

  For now, though, you have to look for Tina again. You have to pretend again to be this thing you're not. Feel it. Be it.

  To her surprise, that sounded a hell of a lot easier than it had been the first time, back before Jake. Now the rush of sensuality—the feel of the bra tight against her breasts, the awareness of the black thong under her dress—felt as normal as breathing. She'd worn the new panties, figuring that if she was going to feign being an escort again, she might as well. After tonight, she planned to drop them in the trash.

  She called a cab and scooped up a little black purse, Melody's list inside.

  I'm going to find her tonight. I have to.

  The cab was due in less than five minutes, so she started toward the door, but stopped. She glanced back at the Victoria's Secret shopping bag next to the desk phone.

  What if you don't find her? What if, instead, you find Jake? What if he discovers you're up to your old tricks again and this time refuses to help you for good? She liked to think she could do this on her own, but in the end, if she failed, she had only him and Tony to turn to. "Damn it," she muttered.

  She walked to the desk and, against her better judgment, dialed Jake. If he was back in town, she'd give him a heads-up—that simple. If not, she didn't have to worry about being seen.

  "Hello."

  She closed her eyes as his deep voice melted through her. The voice of someone who was supposed to be in her fife, but who had become a stranger—Jake was the stranger who'd made love to her just this morning. "I'm going to look for Raven in the CBD if you want to go." "The hell you are."

  "Try and stop me. If you want to go along, I'm starting at a bar called Antonio's, on Magazine Street. It's on Melody's list."

  "Are you fuckin' crazy, Stephanie? Do you want some lowlife to attack you?"

  She took a deep breath and spoke very calmly. "I want to find my sister. Once and for all. So I can get the hell out of this city."

  On the other end, he issued a long, tired sigh. "Just keep a low profile 'til I get there."

  Chapter 23

  He'd called Tony about the possible Nicholson link. They'd been friends long enough that an angry conversation didn't have to be discussed afterward, so they hadn't alluded to their earlier talk—and Tony agreed the idea about Nicholson held merit. He'd said the problem would be tracking the guy down to question him about whether he knew Tina. Nicholson owned the boutique, but he didn't work there on a regular basis—he didn't exactly work anywhere on a regular basis.

  "Now that I think about it, it makes the guy seem even more suspicious," Tony had said. "Even so, I don't have any cause—drug-related or otherwise—to go knocking on his door at home and interrogating him. If you really think this holds water, though, you might consider staking out his house, following him around for a couple of days and seeing where he goes." Since Tony couldn't do it, being a cop—but Jake could.

  And he might just do that, but at the moment he was back to the drawing board in the CBD with Stephanie, who sat at the bar in Antonio's looking like a woman to be bedded. She was less high-class escort now and more hooker-too-beautiful-for-her-surroundings. Even a more dangerous disguise, which made him glad he'd come. He couldn't bear the thought of her going out like that without him there to look out for her.

  At least she was quietly sipping her drink, not talking to anyone. He took the vacant stool beside her. 'This is what you're wearin'7'

  She raised a solemn gaze, her eyes outlined in black, her lashes long, her lips wet and red. "I dressed down. Now that we're not in the high-priced area anymore, I thought I might fit in better." She gave him a once-over. "This is what you 're wearing?"

  He had on a dark blue button-down shirt, black pants. "/ dressed up. Figured I had to look like a guy who could afford y
ou if I'm gonna be hangin' with you." His skin prickled with her nearness and his heart beat too fast.

  But you have to ignore that now.

  No, not just now. From now on. Like he'd told her, they had to be over. He couldn't deal with the guilt of caring for someone else this soon. Sometimes he felt like Becky had died just yesterday. He couldn't have Stephanie anymore.

  "What'11 you have?" a young bartender with a scruffy beard and an earring stepped up to ask him.

  "Bud Light."

  The bartender uncapped the bottle, setting it on the bar. Beside him, Stephanie twirled her finger through a lock of hair, tilting her head slightly. "Know a working girl named Raven?" she asked the bartender in a soft, sexy voice. The guy's attention riveted on her.

  Damn, she was better at this than Jake had thought.

  The guy shook his head. "Don't think so, sweetheart, but check with the girls at the other end of the bar. They get around a lot." He winked and she thanked him, and Jake just looked at her. "What?"

  "Nothin'," he groused.

  "Who's going to ask them—me or you?"

  "I'll do it." He didn't even particularly like the idea of her associating with prostitutes anymore. He stood up, grabbing his beer to take with him. "Don't talk to anybody while I'm gone."

  "And if somebody talks to me? She blinked, clearly irritated. "You'll be ten steps away."

  She made a good point and he was too tied in knots by her to refute it. He just headed down to the girls in question, who were dressed a lot like Stephanie—but none of them could hold a candle to her. "Evenin', ladies."

  They all perked up, stopping their conversations. A blonde stock her chest out and a tall brunette said, "Hi, honey. Looking for some fun?"

  He tried for a sheepish smile. "Actually, I'm... lookin' for a couple of particular ladies, and I was hopin' you girls might know where I could find 'em. Names are Tiana and Raven. Met 'em both here a few months back and they said they stock to the CBD most of the time, if I ever wanted to get with either one of 'em again."