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something.”
    “Oh, okay,” he said, nodding. “Well, now that that’s out of the way, are you out of your fucking mind?”
    Well, here we go, then. “What do you mean?”
    “What do you mean, he says.” Oh, it was never good when Drew started repeating you and talking to himself. “You’re actually going to get in his car and let him drive you someplace? Why, because he’s a hot piece of ass? Has all that blond streaking finally seeped into your skull?”
    So he had noticed.
    “He works with Trevor, and he’s straight, by the way,” I said, irritated. “And for the last time, I got these streaks surfing.” It was true. Not that there was anything wrong with L’Oreal, but a little time in the sun had burnished my brown hair with some golden highlights that I adored. And so what if a man sprayed a little lemon juice on his hair before hitting the beach with his board?
    He ignored my declaration about both Jordan’s sexuality and the genuineness of my hair color. “And Trevor is so trustworthy.”
    “Trevor’s a jackass—agreed. But he’s not a murderer either. He’s a lawyer at the firm. I saw his card… and his ID,” I added. “He’s legit.”
    “Did you at least call Trevor and see if he’s heard of this Jordan Channing?”
    “I did better than that. I googled him on my phone.”
    “Because the Internet never lies.”
    “For God’s sakes, Drew. We’re just going to a Starbucks. You can follow us if you wish. I have to schmooze a little.”
    “And it just so happens that you get to schmooze with a guy that looks like that? Where were you when the Bobbsey Twins parked their respective rears in my office this morning?”
    The “Bobbsey Twins” were actually two sweet old ladies who thought their neighbor was… well, there’s no easy way to say it… a murderer. And by sweet old ladies I mean harridans that argued with strangers, argued with us, argued with each other, argued with themselves… I shuddered to think of it. Really, I did owe Drew for that one, especially since I had been surfing with Asher and not doing anything remotely productive. The sisters swore the ax-murdering neighbor brought home a different woman every night, and she never left. The two bickering sisters also swore that he was stealing their TV Guide, and to be honest, I think that was the most important issue of all to them. Not the murdered women who were stacking up by the dozens, if their testimony (gathered from a pair of binoculars) was to be believed.
    “Hey, if he happens to be good-looking, well, that’s just one of the perks of the job. Like stealing paper clips. Eating the extra french fries off someone’s plate. Snacking on grapes in the produce section. That kind of thing.”
    Drew wrinkled his nose. “Good God, you don’t do that, do you?”
    “ Anyway , I’ll call you when we’re finished, and you can pick me up from the coffeehouse.”
    “Because I have nothing better to do?”
    “Exactly.”
    “This had better be worth it,” he grumbled.
    “Hey, this guy may be our newest client.”
    “He may also be a freaking serial killer.”
    “Ahem.” Our gazes swung to see Jordan standing slightly past my left shoulder, dumping his coffee cup in a street receptacle. He did a nerdy move, using his index finger to push up his frameless glasses on his nose. It should have been nerdy. Of course it made him even more attractive, and I almost stuck my tongue out at Drew. “I’m actually not a serial killer,” he continued, a slight smile on his lips. “But if I were, I would have definitely rerolled my duct tape and cancelled my plans by now.”
    Even Drew’s mouth lifted a little at that one.
    “Coffee?” Jordan asked with a lifted eyebrow.
    “Coffee,” I said in confirmation.
    Drew pointed a finger in my direction. “If you don’t call me in an hour, I’ll assume you’re dead.”
    “And then call the police,” I said in a way that let everyone know I’d heard it all before.
    “No,