Thirty minutes later, Lizzie looked over at Ted's empty plates. All she could see was a bare bone. Her expression was full of awe. "I cannot believe you ate all that food. What good are you going to be to me if you're sluggish all afternoon?"

"This? Don't worry about my being sluggish. My body doesn't know that word," Ted said, pointing at the empty plates. "This was just an appetizer." He looked at Lizzie's salad plate, which looked like it hadn't been touched. The goat cheese had one corner missing. The eclairs and the wine spritzer, on the other hand, were just memories.

"So, what's our next move?"

Lizzie looked up to see a handsome young man approaching their booth. "Miss Fox?"

"Yes."

"Judge McPherson asked me to deliver this warrant. Is there anything else I can do for you while I'm here?"

"No, this is fine. Thank you for coming all the way over here from the courthouse. Tell the judge I owe him a big favor."

The attractive young man smiled, showing an incredible array of glistening white teeth that were bright enough to light up a dark night. "The judge said you would say that. He said to tell you he can never repay you for what you did for him."

The young man left, and Lizzie smiled as she slipped the warrant into her handbag.

Whoa, Ted thought. This woman was going to drive him to his grave. "I suppose that favor is none of my business."

"Right, it's none of your business. I told you I know people who know other people who know still other people. Don't even go there, Ted."

"Yeah, right."

Lizzie looked down at her one-of-a-kind Patek Philippe. "Time for a little repair work, then I'll meet you out at the car." Lizzie tossed the Rover key to Ted, who caught it in midair.

He felt smug as he sauntered out to the parking lot. He knew what repair work meant. Lip gloss, a little tweak with the mascara brush, a spritz of perfume. Then what women did was to lean over and shake their hair so it looked wild and sexy. He was certain he was the only man in the world who knew what women did in restrooms when they were preparing to slaughter some unsuspecting guy.

Sure enough, Lizzie had fresh lip gloss on those kissable lips, and her eyelashes, which were like little feathers, glistened with fresh mascara. Her wild mane of silver hair looked even wilder when she climbed into the car. He was again rewarded with the knowledge that the all-powerful Lizzie Fox wore panties. He felt smug all over again.

The car in gear, Lizzie asked, "What is Maggie saying?"