“She wore it all the time—according to Rosalie,” Bess went on. “Rosalie also told me Mary Rodell had one just like it. She was the other victim, wasn’t she?” she asked Alex. “She had it on the last time Rosalie saw her alive.”

“Is that it?”

Bess was disappointed that he wasn’t more pleased with the information. “There’s a little more.” Sulking a bit, she bit into her bagel. “Angie called the guy Jack, and she bragged to Rosalie that he was a real gentleman, and was built like…” She trailed off, cleared her throat, but her eyes were bright with humor, rather than embarrassment. “Women have colorful terms for certain things, just like men.”

“I get the picture.”

“He had a scar.”

“What kind?”

“I don’t know. A scar, on his hip. Angie told Rosalie he got upset when she asked him about it. That’s all she told me, Alexi, but I figured the coincidence of the pendants, you might want to know about this guy.”

“It never hurts.” He gave her an easy smile, though his instincts were humming. “Probably nothing, but I’ll look in to it.” He tugged on her hair. “Do yourself a favor, and don’t tell Rosalie you passed this along to me.”

“I’m softhearted, Detective. Not softheaded. She thinks you have a really nice butt—but you’re still a cop.”

He grimaced. “I don’t think I like you discussing my anatomy with a—”

“Friend,” she supplied, with a warning lift of her brow. “I also had lunch with your sister. We discussed your nasty temperament.”

“I heard.” He stole her bagel. “Radcliffe, huh?”

“So?”

“So nothing. Want to go dancing with me?”

She debated with herself for almost a full second. “Okay. Tonight?”

“Can’t. Tomorrow?”

It meant canceling dinner at Le Cirque with L.D. Strater. That debate took nearly half a second. “That’s fine. Sexy or sedate?”

“Sexy. Definitely.”

“Good. Why don’t you come by around—” She glanced at the clock, stared, then yelped. “Damn it! Now I’m going to be late. I’ll owe Lori twenty dollars if I’m late one more time this month.” She began pushing Alex out of the kitchen. “It’s all your fault. Now beat it, so I can throw on some clothes and get out of here.”

“Since you’re already late…” He had some very good moves. Even as she shoved him toward the door, he was turning to catch her close. “I can arrange it so you’re a lot later.”

“Smooth talker,” she said with a laugh. “Take a hike.”

“You’ve already lost twenty. I’m just offering to make it worth your while.”

“I don’t know how I can resist that incredibly romantic gesture, but somehow I find I have the strength.”

“You want romance?” There was a gleam in his eyes as he headed for the door. “Tomorrow night. We’ll just see how strong you are.”

CHAPTER SIX

After spending most of the morning kicking his heels in court, waiting to testify in an assault case, Alex returned to the station to find his partner hip-deep in paperwork. “The boss wants to see you,” Judd said through a mouthful of chocolate bar.