Wolfe looked at his watch. “Beyond the living room downstairs on the main level is a cordoned-off area. That has to be his actual office.”

Loud voices caught her attention, and three couples stumbled into the room. The first woman, a dark-skinned beauty in a silk negligée, smiled up at Wolfe. “Hi. We were going to play corporate tycoon. Would you like to join in?”

Wolfe reached for Dana’s wrist. “Thanks, but we thought we’d check out the dungeon downstairs.”

Her companion leaned in, his brown eyes dilated. “Unless you’re into knife play, stay away from the room at the far end of the dungeon.” He shook his head.

“Good tip.” Wolfe drew Dana out of the room and headed swiftly back the way they’d come.

“Knife play?” Dana asked, wincing. “Do people really cut each other?”

Wolfe shrugged. “I guess. To each his own, but I’ve seen enough knife fights in my life.”

The cold marble chilled Dana’s feet, but she followed Wolfe down the stairs and over to the cordoned-off area. He pressed her against the wall, his hands at her waist, his body warming hers. “What are you doing?” Her entire body heated.

He dropped his mouth to her bare shoulder. “Look around and tell me when nobody is watching us.” His breath brushed her skin, and she shivered.

Concentrate, damn it. Nobody seemed to be paying attention to them, most people watching two women dance together, removing clothing as they did so. “Um, now would probably be a good time.” Her voice came out garbled.

“Okay.” Swift as a thought, he ducked beneath the rope, grabbed her hand, and tugged her through to another hallway. “My guess is the master bedroom is the far door, and this first one is an office.” Wolfe twisted the knob, shoved open the door, and yanked her inside.

It had all happened so quickly.

He flicked a light switch to reveal a gentleman’s study, complete with cherrywood desk, cigar area, and trophies on a shelf.

She headed for the trophies. “Bowling championships?” Not in a million years would she have considered Trentington a bowler. “Interesting.”

Wolfe moved to the desk, pulling out drawers. The thump of the music from the living room rattled a snow globe on the desk. “Check out the file drawers in the credenza.”

She pulled off her mask, dropping down to tug open drawers. The first two opened easily, and she looked through them, only finding Trentington’s business records. The third drawer was locked. “Bingo.” She ducked down more and inspected the lock, biting her lip.

Wolfe reached her in a second, crouching with a bent paperclip. “Let me.” Quick movements had the drawer opening.

Dana breathed, reaching for the neatly labeled manila files. “Here’s yours.”

“Here’s Albert’s, also known as Burt or Clarke.” Wolfe drew it out and opened it, angling his watch toward the pages and pressing the side of it.