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between me and an oil leak."

He kissed his fingers at her and left. She shook her head, smiling. Omar was a good friend, and he'd once been a good lover, but that was long past. It wouldn't happen again. She'd seen him at his very lowest point, and a man like Omar didn't forget.

Better to keep it light and loose, these days.

She picked up the phone and began the first of the day's phone calls. By the time she was done with the second conference call, Omar was back at her office door, holding out a series of small key folders marked with the stamp of four popular, ubiquitous, utterly anonymous motel chains.

"He does anything, I'm going to be very unhappy," Omar said. "I had to use my own cherished fake ID. And I have no doubt that the clerks are probably alerting the FBI right now. When you hear about a Waco-style raid on a cheap motel, they're shooting it out with your ex-con."

"You're enjoying this."

"Damn right I am. At last I get to act furtive and guilty, as befits my race. The dream comes true." His words were clever and light, the bitter twist of his mouth was not.

"I'm sorry," she said, and meant it. Perhaps she hadn't been wise to use him, but the truth was, she hadn't had a surfeit of choices. "Back to work, Omar."

"Harsh mistress."

"You haven't seen me harsh."

It was the wrong thing to say, because he had, actually, and it was one subject they didn't talk about. Omar looked at her for a few seconds, and then nodded and walked away.

It always surprised her how quickly the hours could pass when there was a full slate of things to do. Jazz stuck her head in at some point and announced that she was heading home, with Omar as an unwanted passenger, riding shotgun. Lucia checked the clock and found it already after office hours. She gathered up the motel cards that Omar had secured, and went down to McCarthy's office.

"Here," she said. He was standing up, putting files in a cabinet, and he looked at the keys over the top of some little half-glasses he'd put on for reading. They made him look leonine and oddly daft.

"Home sweet home," he said, and reached for them. "Which one's first?"

"Motel 6, on top. They're in order. Omar booked you for a different place every week."

He nodded, as if that was the most reasonable thing in the world. "Omar?"

"You'll meet him later. He's a friend of mine."

Her eyes touched his, then moved on. Not that close a friend, she wanted to say, but there didn't seem to be any way to do so that wouldn't sound...ridiculous. "Sorry for the cloak-and-dagger, but Detective Stewart seemed quite - intent. I thought it was better to give you some breathing space for a while."

"Thanks. Sure you won't join us for dinner?"

"You've already had a meal with me today. This should be Jazz's evening with you. Besides, I'm boring dinner company."

"Somehow, I doubt that." He looked at her over the top of those glasses, and the blue eyes came as a shock. Again. "Come. I hear that Manny likes you well enough to allow you into the Inner Sanctum."

She didn't need much persuading, and that was a traitorous thing, a thing that disappointed her. "Fine," she said. "Jazz is on her way there. I'll stop off at home to change clothes."

Which drew his eyes involuntarily down her body, and she felt it like a physical touch. He caught himself, and focused back on the files.

"Do you want a drink?"

"Sorry?"

"A drink?" She had no idea where that blurted offer had come from, but once it was out, she couldn't back away from it.

His hands paused. He leaned on the desk, looking down. "Yes," he said. "Got any Scotch?"

"Blended or single malt?"

"You're kidding, right?"

"Single malt."

"There is no other kind."

"Follow me."

She was acutely aware of him in the hallway, his warmth at her back as they passed the empty spaces. Jazz's door was closed. Pansy Taylor, their assistant, was still there, sorting mail, her glossy dark head bent toward her desk. She glanced up, and Lucia caught a fast smile before she turned her attention back to her work.

Lucia shut the office door behind McCarthy and motioned him to the couch in the corner, near the window. He settled. She opened the cabinet in the back and took out chunky crystal tumblers and a sealed bottle of Glenmorangie, then walked back over to

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