A pounding on the door awoke Wolfe, and he sat up in bed, his head spinning. “Shut the hell up,” he slurred, looking frantically around. Where was he? Where was his gun? He shook his head just as the door burst open, and Malcolm West flew through, his hands up and ready to fight.

He stopped cold, looked at Wolfe, and then glanced to the side. “Oh, shit. Sorry.”

Kat tiptoed in behind him, rubbing against his ankles.

Huh? Wolfe frowned and then glanced sideways to see Dana sleepily sitting up on the bed. The covers dropped to reveal bare breasts, and she yelped, tugging up the comforter. Light bruises were visible on her biceps.

Confusion clouded her eyes and her hair was wild around her face. She’d left pink streaks on the pillow, but plenty remained in her hair. “Wh-what happened?”

A pit opened up in his gut. His jaw felt like he’d been punched several times, and the room kept spinning. He pressed his fingers against his eyes, trying to catch a thought. He was in his bed, with a naked Dana, and his body hurt. He glanced down at scratches on his arm. “What the fuck?”

Mal cleared his throat. “Sorry. You guys must’ve tied one on. I saw the weird car in the driveway, checked it out, and noticed it had been hot-wired.”

Wolfe coughed, his lungs protesting. “What car? A BMW?”

“No. Old Chevy,” Mal said, frowning. “What’s going on?”

Wolfe stretched his legs beneath the sheet, not surprised to find himself buck naked. The room smelled like sex. “We need a minute, Mal.”

“Sure.” Mal turned to go, plucking up the kitten. “We’ll be in the living room.” The door closed softly behind him, hanging haphazardly.

Wolfe wanted to puke. He sucked deep for fresh air and partially turned. “What do you remember?”

She swallowed, too pale for his liking. “Um, not much? We were at the party, found the files, and started dancing?”

Images, more like snapshots, filtered through his mind, but it was like trying to catch mist. Images of Dana over him, under him, all over him. The scent of her, her laughing, her smiling.

Her green eyes were huge and bewildered in her pale face. “I don’t understand.”

He had to ask. “Did we . . . I mean?”

She bit her lip and nodded. “Yeah. Definitely.”

That’s what he’d thought. He reached for the phone on his nightstand and speed-dialed Force.

“Force,” Angus answered.

Wolfe cleared his throat. “Can you get a drug test done unofficially? I don’t want it in our medical records, but I need to know what Dana and I were drugged with last night.” It had to have been in the champagne, damn it.

Dana gasped.

Silence came over the line. “You were drugged?” Force finally asked.