he’s innocent.”
David shook his head. “I don’t think so. Not for a minute. And neither did Danny.”
Spencer sat forward, suddenly very intense. “So Danny was pressuring this man. And Vichy knew that Danny wouldn’t quit. And he’d already proven himself adept at murder—”
“Spencer, the cops have to have some kind of evidence to make an arrest.”
“Fine. Go on.”
“Go on?”
“Who else is in the suspect lineup?”
“Spencer, you should go home—”
“I’m not going home until you tell me exactly where you are in this investigation.”
“Spencer, I don’t have to tell you anything. I’m not working for you.”
“Then start working for me.”
“No.”
“David, financially I can compete with any other clients you have. I need—”
“Damn it, Spencer!” He’d been planning to remain calm. Understanding. They weren’t kids anymore; too much of life had already cracked them over the head. But there was something about Spencer. He wanted to either hold her or shake her. Shaking her was a whole lot safer. “I can’t be bought, Spencer. You know that.”
“You shouldn’t have to be bought!” she lashed back, trying to keep her anger in check. “He was your best friend. He—”
“Spencer, get out.”
“I won’t leave until you finish.”
“Spencer, I’ll pick you up and put you out!” he warned her.
Her eyes narrowed sharply. “I’ll leave on my own accord. I just want to know what else you’re doing, who else you’re watching.”
He groaned. “They threw you out of the police station, so you’ve come to torture me.”
“David—”
“Yes, Vichy might have been tired of Danny’s determination to prove him guilty,” he snapped coldly, staring out the huge plate-glass window to the garden beyond. A slatted wood fence surrounded the garden, making it private and quiet. A mass of deep purple bougainvillea grew clinging along the fence. Wood chips filled in the space around deep green ferns and impatiens. It was a pleasant and peaceful view, but he felt anything but pleasant or peaceful now. “There are only two other people Danny was investigating who might have had the motive and method to kill him. The first is Ricky Garcia, who—”
Spencer gasped, interrupting him. “I’ve seen the name. In fact, I definitely remember Danny talking about him. He’s a crime boss, the head of a Cuban Mafia-type ring. He controls drug rings and prostitution, gambling—”
“Exactly. He’s as slippery as an eel, as well. He can snap his fingers and find a dozen hit men.”
“Then it must be him,” Spencer whispered, her eyes steady on his. “And there must be a way to trap him.”
“If there is, Spencer, the police—or I—will find it. And there’s no guarantee that Danny actually had anything on him, or that he had anything against Danny. In fact, he liked Danny.”
“He liked Danny?”
“It’s more common than you think for criminals to like the cops who are after them,” he said with a shrug.
“But—”
“Then there’s Trey Delia. You must know that name, as well.”
She nodded, frowning. “He’s the cult leader.”
“He’s not exactly a cult leader.”
“He was the one accused of raiding graves for body parts!” Spencer exclaimed. “For his rituals.”
“He was accused of grave robbing, but the police weren’t so certain he was after body parts. They think he might have been trying to hide evidence. A number of his church members were dying inexplicably. He managed to get most of them cremated. Danny thought he was behind the vandalism in several cemeteries. He was digging up some of his own people and making sure nothing could be found if the police did decide to exhume a few bodies. Now, that’s it, Spencer. I’ve given you every name I’ve got left on my list of possibilities. I haven’t been sitting back idle, I’m doing everything I can. Now I want you to get up, go home and forget it.”
She was up, hands on his desk, staring at him as he stared at her. “I can’t forget—”
“You have to.” He gritted his teeth, wishing again that he didn’t feel the awful urge to either shake her or wrap his arms around her. The last would be one dreadful mistake. She would welcome him with all the warmth and comfort of a porcupine. Nothing would ever be right between them again; Danny’s death had made that an even greater certainty. He needed to keep her away from him. He’d always needed to keep her away from him. Temptation was too great when she was near. And temptation with Spencer was pure torment. He’d learned the hard way that there was nothing in the world quite like wanting Spencer. And nothing in the world quite like the way a man could find his soul wrenched right from his being by the void she could leave in his life. She looked as if she belonged on a pedestal. A blond goddess with her perfect alabaster skin. An Anglo goddess with a perfect pedigree. Yeah, Danny had matched her just perfectly.
“Get out, Spencer.”
“Damn you, David!”
“When I know something, I’ll tell you. If you can do something, I’ll tell you. Until then, leave me the hell alone so that I can keep working.”
“David…”
She fell silent as he approached her with pure menace. He forced himself to close his hands around her arms with some control—but not a lot of it. He turned her bodily around and ushered her out of his office as quickly as he could, wishing even for those few seconds that he didn’t have to touch her at all. He could smell her. He didn’t know what the scent was, only that she had worn it as long as she had worn a bra, that it wasn’t just cologne or perfume, it was soap and body lotion, as well. It was subtle, mixed with something that was just plain Spencer, and it was also intoxicating and sensual. Feelings of guilt instantly began to creep over him, like a crimson tide. He felt the attraction just as he had felt it when Danny was still alive, just as he had felt it when he and Spencer had both been young and a little bit wild and alive with the sheer power of their youth and growing sexuality. He wanted Spencer, he’d always wanted her, had never stopped wanting her, even when she had been married to his best friend. But he would never have touched her when she was Danny’s wife, and as Danny’s widow, somehow she seemed twice as taboo.
“David, damn you,” she began again, as he escorted her past Reva’s desk and through the reception area.
“Say goodbye to Spencer, Reva. She’s got to go out and get on with her life now.”
Reva looked up miserably from her
