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puked. There was a suspicious note that said, I know where you live. ”
    “Did he call the police?”
    “He says he did after the first note. He probably did. But he said the police can’t do anything and he’s probably right about that. His apartment is in Redondo Beach. Do you think your brother could get a copy of the report? I hate to ask—”
    “Consider it done. He can check on the evidence, see if there were prints.”
    “Adam threw the bottle away. And he doesn’t know what he did with the two notes.”
    Scarlet frowned. “I guess I can head back to the city and grab them. He’s paying extra for gas.”
    “It’s a three hour drive. Longer, because of Friday traffic. No, I’ll call Mac.” Mac was their part-time assistant. He was a student at CSU Fullerton and would probably leave them as soon as he graduated because they couldn’t pay him what he was worth. But he was smart, a whiz at computers, and liked the flexible hours.
    Scarlet shook her head. “What if someone is really after Adam? Mac isn’t prepared to defend himself. I guess I could ask John. Adam will give us permission to go inside, right?”
    “Yes,” Krista said. “I hate to ask your brother, but the alternative is worse.”
    “What alter—oh, I agree.”
    R.J. Flynn, the investigator who worked for a scumbag defense lawyer, was one of the few people they could call to assist, and Krista did not want to ask for a favor. Ever. Krista couldn’t honestly say that she didn’t like R.J. Not anymore. She did. A lot. She just didn’t want to. He had this tall, dark and dangerous thing going that Krista forced herself to ignore every time she was in the same room with him.
    Almost every time.
    They’d been rivals ever since Moreno & Hart opened its doors, often competing for the same jobs. R.J. usually won because, well, he was really good at what he did. He was really good at a lot of things, actually, and on the few dates Krista had been crazy enough to go on with him, she’d gotten the distinct impression that his talents extended way beyond his work. From what Krista could tell, R.J. was good at everything.
    Problem was he knew it, too, and he had no trouble walking around with that arrogant can’t-touch-this swagger.
    Scarlet had originally hated R.J., but he was starting to grow on her after he’d dug around for information that helped exonerate a friend accused of murder.
    And that was the other problem. R.J. had done a lot of things lately for both her and Scarlet with no strings attached—including passing a few paying jobs over to Krista. Well, there were some strings. He’d wanted a date. And then he’d wanted a kiss...
    “No R.J.,” Scarlet said emphatically. “I’ll call John. Mac can then take the notes and the bottle to a private lab.”
    “That’ll cost a fortune.”
    “He paid us upfront, didn’t he?”
    “Yes, but—”
    “So he should be good for additional expenses.”
    Scarlet was right. Krista had insisted on payment upfront. She didn’t think Adam would do it. But he’d wired the money into their bank account yesterday afternoon, including a thousand dollars a day for expenses—three days in advance.
    “I’ll get Dave and Trina’s full names and have Mac run a background on them as well,” Krista said.
    “They didn’t talk to me. I stood in front of them for ten minutes while you were interrogating your ex and they talked like I wasn’t in the room. And worse, they talked about food. Now I’m hungry.”
    Krista pulled an energy bar out of her purse and tossed it to Scarlet. “Adam hates being alone. I’m worried that they’re using him, especially now that he has a good gig with the Moon Drop franchise. If that movie does half as well as people think it will, his popularity will skyrocket.”
    “The faster we know what’s going on, the faster we can get out of here.”
    “I thought you wanted to ski.”
    Scarlet rolled her eyes. “Not this bad.” Then she looked around the huge