Remy. She sighed and stared at herself in the mirror. Apparently they’d torn up the swamp looking for evidence, and it had taken them all night and most of the day to complete their search. They found what was left of three bodies—all women—anchored in the water. One was the dancer Robert had spoken of.

Remy sounded tired when she’d spoken to him on the phone. She couldn’t imagine what it must do to him to see the horrific things he often had to contend with. His voice had been low, almost so quiet she could barely hear him, but there was sorrow for those women. Sorrow and guilt. They lived where he worked and he hadn’t known—hadn’t saved them.

The forensic team had gathered human bones and a human skull as well as all sorts of items taken from the homes of the elderly. Remy was certain that prints and blood would match the Rousseau brothers. He hoped the human bones would tie them to Pete Morgan and Ryan Cooper’s murders, but he definitely had enough evidence to arrest them for the robberies and beatings. Remy was certain he could get Brent Underwood to testify against them. With Robert’s testimony as well, Remy believed he could keep the brothers from getting bail, giving him more time to find evidence against them to connect them to the other murders.

She touched her earring, her fingers caressing the glittering stone. She wanted to see Remy, to hold him close to her and ease his mind just a little. Instead, he was going to work all night and she was going to take her mind off his work by going to Arnaud’s showing. Maybe she’d find something special in the gallery for Remy.

“Are you ready, Bijou?” Saria asked, sticking her head through the open doorway.

Bijou smiled at her. “You look beautiful, Saria. I knew that gown would be perfect on you. Does Drake look incredibly handsome?”

Saria nodded. “Yes, he does. When that man decides to dress up he takes my breath away.”

Bijou burst out laughing. “That man takes your breath away all the time, and I’m betting even more so when he’s not dressed.”

Color crept up Saria’s cheeks. “Okay, I’ll concede that’s the truth, but don’ tell him. Seriously, he already knows I’m crazy about him.” She didn’t sound in the least upset about it, in fact, she sounded very happy. “You look so amazin’, Bijou,” Saria added. “Every time I see you, whether you’re in jeans or dressed up in your gowns, I’m always shocked at how truly beautiful you are.”