his bodyguard. They both say they went to the hotel early the following morning. According to their statements, Hodges called them after I finished interrogating him.”
Cameron focused first on Driscoll and Lombard’s photographs, then went through each of the others, one at a time. When finished, she set the stack back down. “I’m sorry. No one looks familiar to me.”
“In the past week, have you remembered anything else about the man you saw that night?”
Cameron thought for a moment—there did seem to be something there, something right at the edge of her memory . . . but whatever it was, it remained just out of grasp. “I can’t think of anything else. It all happened so fast.”
Jack ran his hand through his hair and briefly closed his eyes. The gesture suddenly made him seem so . . . normal.
“You look tired,” she said.
He opened his eyes, his expression softer than usual. “Just a long couple of days.”
“There you are.” Amy strolled into the kitchen. “Cameron—what’s this about an underwear game? I don’t recall that being on the list of approved activities.”
“Talk to your cousins—it was their idea.”
“As maid of honor, it’s your sworn duty to take charge of these kinds of things.”
Cameron laughed. “My sworn duty? You do realize how crazy you’ve become with all this, right?”
“Oh, I’m totally off the deep end at this point.” Amy turned her attention to Jack. “Agent Pallas . . . how nice to meet you in person. I recognize you from that time you were on the news, of course. Gee, what was that for? Oh, right—when you told half the world that my best friend had her head up her ass.”
Jack turned to Cameron. “Do you just line them up, waiting to yell at me, on the off chance I’ll stop by?”
“No, but that’s a really good idea for next time.” Cameron explained to Amy, “He met Collin last Sunday.”
“Ooh—who does a better Angry Friend? Me or Collin?”
“Great starts. Then you both fizzled out at the end.”
“Damn.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Cameron was pretty sure she saw Jack trying not to smile.
“I should probably go grab Wilkins,” he said. “If he hears the underwear game is starting, I’ll never get him out of here. Cameron—thanks for your time. I can see myself out.”
Amy waited until Jack had left the kitchen. “He could barely keep his eyes off you in that camisole.”
Cameron looked down and saw her sweater had fallen off her shoulder again. The stupid thing had lost its shape after she tried hand washing instead of dry cleaning it. She pulled it up. “I didn’t see him look at me once.”
“He looked when you were talking to me,” Amy said. “By the way, Agent Wilkins suggested that he and Jack go with us to the bar instead of those guys out front.”
Cameron pointed firmly. “No.”
“It’s too late. I already said yes.”
“Why in the world would you do that?”
“Because I’m curious to see how this all plays out tonight. I was standing on the stairs when Jack first showed up at the door, and I saw the way you looked at him, Cam.”
Cameron threw her hands up in frustration. “What is this so-called ‘look’?” Whatever it was, she was going to have to start taking extreme measures to guard against it.
Amy grinned. “You know the Tom and Jerry cartoon where Tom hasn’t eaten for days and he imagines Jerry looking like a ham? Kind of like that.”
“ABSOLUTELY NOT.”
Jack stood on Cameron’s front stoop, arguing with Wilkins. Partners or not, he had to draw the line somewhere. No more bachelorette party, no more games involving underwear, no more Cameron in that black sweater, gray silky camisole, and pencil-thin skirt that showed off many, many inches of her sleek legs. Any more of that, and he might start getting a little fuzzy on all the reasons why he didn’t like her.
“Too late. I already told Phelps and Kamin that we’d cover Cameron for the next couple of hours,” Wilkins said.
Jack checked. Their car was still parked on the street. “They haven’t left yet. I’ll tell them we’re going back to the original plan.”
“Have you ever been to Manor House, Jack?”
He scoffed at the question. “Our assignment here isn’t to get into some hot club.”
“I’ll take that as a no,” Wilkins said. “I’ve been there. Opened just a couple months ago. It’s big—three stories. Originally a mansion built at the turn of the century. You know those old houses. Lots of rooms and