“No. Let me do some more checking first, and for now, let’s keep this between us.”

“Yes sir,” Eric said. “So, I’ll just lock it back up as if I was never here. Her lease is paid up until May of next year anyway.”

“Thank you again,” Blaine said, but he was cursing a blue streak by the time he disconnected.

The last confirmation he needed would be to check the damn bank account. They wouldn’t tell him where they’d moved it, but he could find out if it was still active. He just needed to find the right person. Someone with access to viewing those accounts surely needed a little extra something. He banked there, as well, and had seen a couple of bank employees regularly in the casinos in which he was invested. If they liked to gamble, he had a feeling they wouldn’t turn down the money to snoop.

* * *

It cost Blaine five thousand dollars to get the info he wanted about Cathy’s checking account. There were less than two hundred thousand dollars left, which was more than enough for the automatic withdrawals for her utility bills until her lease ran out. But since she’d left all her credit cards behind, they were useless in trying to trace her.

Now he had to decide if he wanted to just kiss her absent ass goodbye and consider he’d won by running her out of town, or if she was too much of a threat. But that was for another time. Right now, he was doing lunch with an associate, then going from there to the board meeting being held at the Luxor, so he slid into the back seat of his limo, closed the window between him and his driver, and made a call to a brunette named Angel.

He smiled when she answered. “Hello, big boy. You’re back. I have missed you and your hot body so much,” she said, and then made a little purring sound that raised the hair on the back of his neck.

“Missed me enough to go to dinner with me tonight?” he asked.

“Ooh, yes, baby. And do I get to spend the night? You know how I love waking up next to you.”

“Absolutely,” Blaine said. “I’ll pick you up at seven. I have dinner reservations at Joel Rubuchon’s at the Grand for 7:30.”

“Oh yum. You spoil me,” Angel said.

Blaine laughed. “See you then,” he said, and disconnected.

* * *

Duke and Jack were back at the scene of the crime, with Deputies Treat and Butler from the County Sheriff’s office. Butler was taking pictures of the tire tracks and had made a plaster case of the boot print with the cut in the left heel. They had already taken pictures of where the wire had been cut and of the feed sacks left behind while Jack and Duke were repairing the downed fence.

“So, you say you’re missing six head?” Butler asked.

Jack nodded. “Three big steers and two cows, one with a calf.”