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  “Hi.”

  Zack turned around to see a very young, very blonde teller smiling at him.

  “Can I help you with anything?” Her smile deepened.

  “Full service banking?” Zack said and grinned.

  “Well, we try to please,” she said, dimpling at him. “I’m Deborah.”

  “So tell me, Deborah.” Zack leaned on the ledge across from her and smiled into her eyes. “What’s it like to work for Mr. Porter?”

  “It’s boring,” Deborah said. “And I don’t talk about my employers.”

  Zack showed her his badge. “I’m one of the good guys, Deborah. Tell me about Mr. Porter.”

  “You don’t look like a good guy.” She smiled at him again.

  “Mr. Porter, Deborah. Concentrate. Other than boring, what was he?”

  She shrugged. “Nothing. He came in, worked hard, and went home.”

  “Ever make a pass at you?”

  Deborah chortled. “Mr. Porter? Not a chance. He was so crazy about his wife, he didn’t even know there were other women on earth.”

  Zack stopped smiling. “But he just got divorced.”

  “Oh, that was her idea.” Deborah looked around and dropped her voice. “Long overdue, if you ask me. I mean, he would have bored me to death. I met her at the Christmas party. She was really nice. Quiet, but nice. Mr. Porter showed her off like she was something he owned, but he was crazy about her. You could see it. I mean, Evan Hatch just asked her to dance, and he was furious about it. He hasn’t spoken to Evan since.”

  “Evan Hatch?”

  Deborah jerked her head to her right and Zack stepped back to look at the teller two windows down. He was about five foot four, a hundred and twenty pounds, and bald.

  Zack frowned at Deborah. “Porter was jealous of him?”

  “He was jealous of everybody. I told you. He was crazy about her.”

  Zack tried again. “I thought I heard the divorce was because he’d had an affair.”

  “No way,” Deborah said. “It was his wife and nobody else. And listen, he had his chances. I mean, have you ever seen him?”

  Zack shook his head.

  “Check out his picture. It’s over there.” Deborah nodded her head in the direction of the big glass doors. “He’s really great looking. Believe me, a lot of women were interested.” She cocked her head. “Not me. I like my men a little rougher, not as handsome, if you know what I mean.” She smiled at Zack again.

  “And I even shaved,” Zack said.

  “What?”

  “Nothing. So aside from being boring, he was the perfect boss?”

  “Well, he was a nitpicker.” Deborah made a face. “But we got used to it. And then about two weeks ago, he really let up and stopped watching us all the time. It would have been really nice, except he was so grumpy. That’s when Mrs. Elmore came around and told us about the divorce. She said we should be understanding.”

  Zack squinted back at Mrs. Elmore. “She doesn’t look like the understanding type.”

  “She’s not,” Deborah said. “Unless it’s Mr. Porter.”

  “Oh.”

  “The divorce may have depressed Mr. Porter, but it cheered Mrs. Elmore right up. When he comes back, he’s not going to have a chance.”

  “Maybe I won’t arrest him then.” Zack gazed over his shoulder at Mrs. Elmore. “That could be punishment enough.”

  Deborah’s mouth dropped open. “You’re going to arrest him?”

  “No.” Zack turned back hastily. “That’s a little police humor. Very little. Did you notice anything else different about Mr. Porter lately? Besides the grumpiness?”

  “Nope. The grumpiness was it.”

  “Okay, listen. Here’s my card.” Zack handed it over. “If you think of anything else, call me, please.”

  “Anything?” Deborah batted her eyelashes at him.

  “Anything about Mr. Porter. You should be ashamed of yourself, trying to pick up a cop on duty.”

  “Don’t you ever get off duty?”

  “No. I live for my work.” Zack turned to see Anthony waiting patiently by the door. “Well, I’ve got to go, my driver is waiting. Thanks, Deborah. You were a great help.”

  “Anytime,” Deborah said. “Really.”

  On his way out the door, Zack stopped by the gallery of employee portraits that Gamble Hills First National had assembled to give the customers a nice feeling of family as they parted from their money. Among the dozen or so faces, Deborah dimpled, and Mrs. Elmore grimaced and, at the very top like the Big Daddy of banking, Bradley Porter stared down and was not amused.

  He was classically handsome—thick wavy blond hair, a straight Roman nose, a chiseled chin with a hint of a cleft, and the coldest grey eyes Zack had ever seen.

  What the hell had Lucy been thinking of to marry this…this…fish?

  “Zack?” Anthony called from just inside the door. “You ready?”

  She needed a keeper. Not him, of course, but still…

  “Zack?”

  “Yeah.” Zack followed him out to the car.

  “Another blonde?” Anthony said when Zack got in the car beside him. “Is this a trend for you?”

  “Blonde?”

  “The teller.”

  “Deborah? No. Blondes are too dangerous. I’m only interested in brunettes. Like Mrs. Elmore. Drive and tell me all about her undying passion for Bradley Porter. And then tell me what motel she’s been meeting him at so we can go get him.”

  Anthony put the car into gear and pulled out of the parking lot. “We can’t go get him. He’s in Kentucky.”

  “Kentucky?” Zack scowled at him as if it were his fault. “What the hell is he doing in Kentucky when we want him here?”

  “Communing with nature to heal his tortured soul. Or something like that. He’s brokenhearted. His wife, who is cold and unfeeling, did not understand him.”

  “He said that? The rat. Drive to Kentucky.”

  “I don’t think so. We have reports to fill out. And we do not have any conclusive link between our Bradley and Lucy’s Bradley.”

  “He’s not Lucy’s Bradley.” Zack tapped his fingers on the window edge. “I tell you what. Let’s search the house. We’ll find the link. Trust me on this one. I’ve got…”

  “Reports to fill out,” Anthony said.

  “Oh, hell,” Zack said.

  THE SHOWER FELT wonderful.

  The hot water stung Lucy’s body and made her skin tingle, which made her think of Zack, which made her tingle more.

  It was ridiculous. He’d mugged her in an alley, then he’d argued with her in her living room, and now she couldn’t stop thinking about him. It was particularly ridiculous to be looking forward to seeing him again. Of course, that was mostly because he was coming to search her house, and when he didn’t find anything, then he’d have to admit that he was wrong and she was right, and that the only criminal thing Bradley had ever done was bring that blonde into her house.

  Lucy tested herself for pain on the last thought. Did that hurt anymore? Maybe it never had. Maybe the emotion she’d felt was more repressed rage that Bradley had brought that woman into her house. She was going to have stop repressing her rage.

  She definitely wasn’t feeling any pain over Bradley’s blonde anymore.

  And she’d lost the feeling she’d had that the house had been contaminated. That really went when she threw Bradley’s chair down the stairs. That had been a wonderful moment. For just a moment, she’d felt totally out of control.

  Like Zack.

  Zack. What did she see in him? The man was a patronizing maniac who thought he had a hot line to the universe. Trust his instincts. Ha, as Mrs. Dover would say.

  Well, sort of ha.

  Actually, she was willing to bet that he had great instincts for some things. In fact, she was willing to bet that he had better instincts than she’d ever had. She was willing to bet…

  Lucy stuck her head directly under the water from the showerhead, tr