bookings are way down. Somehow I’ve got to talk the man into singing and swiveling his hips.”
Lincoln grinned.
“Don’t say it,” Gracie said, giving him a stern look.
“Okay,” Lincoln said in an innocent voice. “I won’t say it. But I can think it.”
Gracie sighed. So could she.
CHAPTER THREE
STEVE’S PULSE ratcheted higher as he listened to his partner on the phone.
“So,” Karen said, “our informant thinks that Lundy could show up sooner than we’d planned—maybe the day after tomorrow. The good news is she was able to give me a few more details about the wedding that Lundy’s bride booked.”
Steve removed a small notebook from his pocket. “Go ahead.”
Karen cleared her throat. “Apparently, they booked the Aloha—” She stopped and giggled, then recovered. “The Aloha Teddy Bear package.” Then she laughed out loud.
Steve pursed his mouth, waiting for her to continue.
Her laughter petered to a cough. “Sorry, Steve, but you have to admit that this Elvis stuff is hysterical. I’ll bet the impersonator there is a real hoot, isn’t he?”
Steve closed his eyes and decided to withhold the full extent of his undercover duties for now. “See if our informant can find out any other details about the Lundy wedding—what kind of car they’ll be arriving in, how big the wedding party will be, that kind of thing. And of course, a name would be great.”
“Will do. So, have you met all the players over there? We need a description of all the employees so we’ll know who’s who when the arrest goes down.”
“You have the owner’s picture on file, right?”
“Right.”
Steve hesitated as Gracie’s pixie face rose in his mind’s eye…along with the sensory details of her shocking kiss. Just the memory of her pink mouth on his elicited a response from his body. He set his jaw, then said, “The only other person I’ve met is the wedding director. Gracie Sergeant, female, thirtyish, short platinum-blond hair, violet-colored eyes.” He bit the end of his tongue as soon as the words left his mouth.
“Violet-colored, huh?” Karen made a thoughtful noise. “With little golden flecks?”
He frowned, disgusted with himself. “I’ll call you later.” He cut off her laughter by disconnecting the call.
Steve pulled his hand down his face and forced himself to concentrate. Karen’s information meant that he might have even less time to prepare for Lundy’s arrest than he’d thought. He couldn’t afford to be distracted by Gracie Sergeant’s eyes. Or legs. Or mouth.
Or tattoo.
Turning in the direction Cordelia Conroy had gone, Steve walked down the hall past an office and what appeared to be the drive-through window, to a set of double doors that opened onto a covered concrete patio at the rear of the chapel. Cordelia Conroy stood next to a birdbath that had been filled with sand to serve as an ashtray. The behemoth basset hound sat near her feet. In a corner of the lot, the rear fins of a pink Cadillac peeked out from under a cloth cover.
When Cordelia saw him coming, she took a last drag on a short butt, then snubbed it out. After a few seconds’ hesitation, she withdrew another cigarette from a pack and offered him one. His throat itched, but he shook his head. He’d quit smoking six times and this time he meant it.
While he watched, Cordelia lit her second—or third?—cigarette and took a deep drag. Well into her sixties, she was still an attractive woman, albeit a little rough around the edges. Street smart, he realized. And wary.
He stopped a few feet away and leaned against a column that held up the metal roof over the sparse patio. The hound dog moseyed over and sniffed at his boots.
“Is Mulcahy your real name?” she asked finally, on an exhale.
“As far as you’re concerned,” he said.
“You’re not what I expected.”
He kept his expression noncommittal. “What did you expect?”
She leveled her gaze on him. “Not some good-looking buck who hits on my wedding director.”
He blinked. “She kissed me.”
The woman flicked ash. “I didn’t see you putting up a fight.”
Steve squirmed, feeling like a naughty teenager instead of an undercover agent. “I was simply going along.”
Cordelia looked all around, as if she were afraid they would be overheard. “This situation is dangerous enough without you getting involved with my employees.”
“I understand. But I have to interact with them for things to appear normal.”
She took another drag, then nodded. “I know, but don’t overstep your bounds. Especially where Gracie is concerned. She’s…susceptible.”
He pressed his lips together and nodded curtly, hoping to end the awkward conversation. Wasn’t it enough punishment that he couldn’t get his mind off the abbreviated kiss? “I just received more details from our informant, who says that the wedding might take place sooner than we expected, and that the bride booked a—” he pulled out his notebook “—an Aloha Teddy Bear package?”
Cordelia frowned. “We have an Aloha Las Vegas package and a Teddy Bear package, but not an Aloha Teddy Bear package.”
He scratched his temple. “So it could be either one. Do you keep a record of what the customers request?”
“Of course—that’s Gracie’s job.”
“I’ll need to see the reservations for the upcoming week.”
Cordelia nodded. “I’ll get Gracie’s book.”
“I’d like photocopies.”
“We have a copier in the office.” She exhaled and ground out the half-smoked cigarette. “Mitch Lundy’s been operating on the wrong side for years—why the sudden resolve to bring him in?”
“In the nineties the Bureau cut him some slack for testifying against an associate and putting him away—as long as Lundy stayed legit. But a few years ago, he slipped back into his old businesses—prostitution, drugs, money laundering. He’s ordered at least eight hits. He’s more arrogant and dangerous than ever.” Steve frowned. “To Lundy, eluding the FBI is just a game, and I want to put an end to it.”
Cordelia pressed her lips together. “So what exactly is going to happen?”
Steve was momentarily distracted when H.D. sat down solidly on his boot. He tried to maneuver his foot out, but the dog was a block of panting dead weight.
“Best-case
