if they were adored children. "If the charity auction goes as well as last year, we'll be cooking."
"That's what I came in to talk to you about." Laura hesitated, frowned at the figures on the screen. "We're really all right?"
"If you can't trust your accountant, who can you trust?"
"Right." She had to believe it. "Well, then, you won't have any problem cutting a few checks."
"You've come to the right place." Humming, Kate took the invoices from Laura, and then choked. "What the hell are these?"
"Refreshments." Laura offered a bright, hopeful smile. "Entertainment. Oh, and advertising. All auction-related."
"Christ, we're paying this for mind-numbing chamber music from a bunch of nerds? Why can't we just plug in a CD? I told Margo - "
"Kate, it's a matter of image. And this trio isn't a bunch of nerds. They're very talented." She patted Kate's shoulder, well aware why Margo had suggested that she be the one to pass along the bills. "It's union scale, just like the waitpeople."
Grumbling, Kate flipped open the checkbook. "Margo has to do everything in an ornate and showy fashion."
"That's why we love her. Just think how the cash register's going to sing the week after the auction. All those rich, materialistic customers with large disposable incomes."
"You're trying to sweet-talk me."
"Is it working?"
"Say 'large disposable incomes' again."
"Large disposable incomes."
"Okay, I feel better."
"Really? Good." Laura winced, held her breath. "About the fashion show we've set up for December? You agree that's still a good idea?"
"It's a great idea. A well-executed special event will more than pay for itself, and it has the potential of generating new clientele."
"Exactly my thought. Okay, here's my preliminary budget." She kept her eyes squeezed shut as she dropped the figures in Kate's lap. She heard the yelp, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Kate plucking at the back of her shirt. "What are you doing?"
"I'm trying to pull out the knife you just stuck in my back. Jesus Christ, Laura, we've got the clothes, you've tapped your committees for the models. Why do you need all this money?"
"Decorations, advertising, refreshments. It's all listed. It's negotiable," she said, backing out. "Consider it a wish list. Gotta get back on the floor."
Making noises in her throat, Kate scowled at the door. The trouble was, she decided, both of her partners were too used to being rich to fully appreciate that they no longer were. Or that Pretenses wasn't, she corrected.
Margo had married for love, but she'd married a Templeton, and Templeton meant money.
Laura was a Templeton, and despite being hosed by her exhusband, she would always have access to millions. She just wouldn't take it.
It was up to good old practical Kate, she decided, to keep things on an even keel.
When the door opened again, she didn't bother to turn around. "Don't hassle me, Laura. I swear I'll cut this wish list of yours down until you won't be able to serve anything but Popsicles and club soda''
"Kate." Laura's voice was quiet enough that Kate whipped around in her chair.
"What's wrong? What - "
She broke off at the sight of the man standing beside Laura. Fiftyish, she judged, with a hairline beyond what could legitimately be called receding. He had the beginnings of jowls, and bland brown eyes. His suit was neat and inexpensive. Somewhere along the line, he'd punched extra holes in his brown leather belt to accommodate his paunch.
But it was his shoes that tipped her off. She couldn't have said why those shiny black shoes with the double-knotted laces shouted cop.
"Kate, this is Detective Kusack. He wants to talk to you."
She wasn't certain how she managed to get to her feet when she'd stopped feeling her legs. But she was facing him, surprised somehow that their eyes were on a level. "Am I under arrest?"
"No, ma'am. I have a few questions regarding an incident at Bittle and Associates."
He had a voice like gravel bouncing on sandpaper. It reminded her foolishly of Bob Seger's gritty rock and roll. "I think I'd like to call my lawyer."
"Margo's already calling Josh." Laura moved to her side.
"That's your option, Ms. Powell." Kusack poked out his bottom lip as he considered her. "Maybe it would be best all round if he met us at the precinct. If you'll come along with me, I'll try not to take up too much of your time. I can see you're busy."
"It's all right." Kate put a hand on Laura's arm before Laura could step forward. "It's all right. Don't worry.