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"All right. You can't tell me why you were hired, but can you tell me why you
weren't?"
"Maybe."
"Did my father want you to spy on me?"
"No."
She sighed. "Well, that's something, at least."
"What are you hiding?"
"Nothing, but I do like to know what's going on around me. Daddy still treats me
like a six-year-old." Her drink arrived and she put half of it away as though it
were my glass of water. "How many six-year-olds can do that, MrЕ ?"
"Jack Fleming," I reminded her.
"That's a nice name. Why did you come to the Top Hat if you weren't spying on
me?"
"My girlfriend works here."
"You would have a girlfriend, wouldn't you?" She pretended hurt. "Which one is
she?"
"Let's never mind that."
Her face lit up with wicked mischief. "If you say so." She abruptly leaned over
and fastened her mouth to mine like a lamprey on a fish. I could taste the
scotch on her tongue. She fell back, looking flushed and triumphant, and
finished the rest of her drink.
"Any reason for doing that?" I asked.
"Because I felt like it."
"That can be dangerous, too, you know."
"Oh, pooh, you're all right."
"Looks can be deceiving."
"That works both ways, darling. I could be a terrible vamp." She leaned back in
the booth, crossing her arms to emphasize her cleavage.
"Then I'd better get out of here while my virtue's still intact."
"What?"
"Marian, you're a wonderful girl, but I have to be going."
"But why?"
"Uh-uh, we've already been down that street. I can't talk and you won't, and
that makes for a dull evening."
She uncrossed her arms and moved in closer. I braced myself for another assault.
This time I tasted the cigarette mixed in with the scotch. She released me, but
didn't fall back. "It's about time you learned there's more you can do with your
lips than talk," she stated, her voice husky and mature all of a sudden.
I showed my teeth and shook my head. It was safe enough to do this time; my
canines hadn't lengthened by even a fraction of an inch. Like I said, she wasn't
Bobbi. "Thanks, but maybe some other night, sister."
"Don't you like me?"
"Kid, you make a great first impression. I'm going to remember you for the rest
of my lifeЕ"
Then some bozo grabbed a fistful of my suit and yanked me from the booth onto
the floor. What breath I'd drawn in order to talk got knocked out when I landed,
not that he gave me much chance to say anything. Marian screeched a name, which
I didn't catch, because the guy slammed into my ear with his knee. My head took
a wild spin in the other direction, and I flopped out flat with the man towering
over me like a building.