It was reasonable to assume Mrs Klein could have been in the hospital then. Her scar looked recent enough. So why was Margo using the condo? Was she a squatter? Who had the other young woman been?

He called his office. 'Have you found anything about the fire?' he asked Alyssa.

'Not everything you asked for, but you're not going to like what I did find.'

'I kind of expected as much. Well, let's have it.'

'The fire occurred a week ago and is a suspected arson. A victim was found inside, an adult male. As yet unidentified. This was all the newspaper had.'

His heart sank. An adult male. 'Evan. Shit. What about the house? Who owns it?'

'The bank. It went into foreclosure six months ago, Clay.'

He sat up straight. 'What?'

'The bank owns it. If Evan was living there, he was squatting.'

Not good. 'And the condo where Margo was living has been the residence of an eighty year old woman for the last fifteen years. She's never heard of Margo.'

'What are you gonna do?'

'I'm going to pay a visit to Evan's ex-wife, then check into a hotel and grab a nap before Margo Winchester's club opens. If she's not dancing tonight, maybe one of the other dancers can tell me where she really lives.'

'What should I do?'

He thought hard. Fatigue was catching up to him. 'Check out a Mrs Klein.' He gave Alyssa the condo's address. 'Find out about her relatives. Especially any female relatives about thirty years old. Nicki's got a note here that Margo called the woman Linda, and that Linda had a tattoo of a cobra striking on her upper right arm.'

'Lovely,' Alyssa said with disgust. 'Not.'

'It might help ID her. And find out when Mrs Klein had open-heart surgery. If my hunch is right, it'd be about the time Nicki came down here two months ago to check Evan out, right before she took his case.'

'You think Margo was squatting too.'

'Yeah. I just don't know why.'

Monday, May 3, 2.45 P.M.

'The coast is clear, Dr Trask,' the female CSU analyst said. Her name was Cherise Taylor and she seemed very capable. She was also nearly six feet tall and built like a brick. Lucy felt safe and intimidated at the same time.

Relieved, Lucy let out the breath she'd been holding as she'd stood outside her apartment door. 'No more boxes with heart wrapping paper?'

'None that I see. A CSU team will be by later to do a complete sweep, but I see no evidence of an intruder. You can come in and gather your things. I'll stay with you.'

Lucy entered her apartment, chills pebbling her arms. She'd left this morning feeling secure. Now, she felt violated. And scared. She walked through each room, looking to see if anything had been disturbed. 'Nothing looks out of place.'

'That's good,' Cherise said. 'Can you open your fire safe? We need to know if your spare set of keys is there.'

Her hands trembling, Lucy managed to get the key in the lock. 'They're here.'

'I'll take the safe and its contents. We'll see if it's been handled.'

Because a killer could still have been in my place, made a copy of the key and put it back. It was enough to make a sane person paranoid. 'I'll just pack my things.'

'I need to come with you,' Cherise said apologetically.

Lucy sighed. 'I know.' In her bedroom she took a suitcase from her closet, then looked over her shoulder. 'How long should I plan to be gone?'

'Hard to say. A few days, maybe.'

'Okay.' Lucy pulled several suits from the closet, then hesitated before she grabbed one of her little black dresses. It was black and it was little. It was also leather. Kind of a must-have for the club. She slipped the dress between the suits, grabbed a few pairs of shoes, and put the lot in her suitcase.

She packed her toiletries, then stood at her dresser, staring at her treasures. She ran her fingers over the worn violin case that had graced her dresser top for the five years she'd lived here. The violin had belonged to Mr Pugh, but Barb had given it to her for safekeeping when Mr Pugh had no longer been able to play.

If there ever was a fire, it would be one of the three things she'd grab on the way out. The second was a silver picture frame, hinged to hold two photos a dark-haired teenage boy with a serious face and a football helmet under his arm, and a smiling blond man astride a motorcycle, his helmet also under one arm.

The boy had been her brother, Buck. The man her first fiance, Heath. Both were dead. Both had left her alone, just in different ways. I'm tired of being alone.

Lucy got a duffle bag and put the violin case and the picture frame inside. From her jewelry box she took an old cardboard box. Opening it, she let out another relieved breath. The bracelet was still there. It was the third thing she'd take with her, a gift from a brother to the sister who'd loved him. Needed him. The engraving on the cheap charm still made her smile sadly. #1 Sister.

Then the '#1' made her frown as the image of Russ's back intruded. She put the box in the duffle, hefted it on her shoulder, then turned to Cherise. 'That's all I need.'

She waited in the hall while Cherise locked her front door and padlocked it with a crime-scene lock.

'Lucy? What's all this?' Mrs Korbel stood on the landing above, her wrinkled face concerned.

'It's okay,' Lucy soothed. 'The police are just investigating what happened this morning. I'm fine. Really.'

Mrs Korbel's eyes narrowed skeptically. 'Very well, as long as you're all right.'

'I am. Thank you for asking. I checked on Barb and Mr Pugh. They're fine, too.'

'I know. I called Barb this morning. She's staying with her sister, you know.'

'Yes, ma'am. Well, I need to be going now.' She'd gotten to the next landing when Mrs Korbel called her name again. She looked over her shoulder to find the old lady looking sad. 'Yes, ma'am?'

'I hope you come back soon, Lucy. We've missed your concerts the last few weeks you were gone.'

Startled, Lucy cast a quick glance at Cherise who looked interested, but who said nothing. She looked back up at Mrs Korbel. 'I didn't know you were listening.'

Mrs Korbel looked surprised that Lucy was surprised. 'We all do, child. For Barb's sake nobody wants Jerry upset, but hearing you play to calm him down is . . . well, it's good for the soul. Come home soon.'

For a moment Lucy didn't know what to say. 'Thank you. I will.'

Monday, May 3, 2.55 P.M.

Mr Yee of Yee's Express was an elderly man with a pencil-thin mustache. His eyes darted nervously from his files to JD and Stevie as he searched for a record of the morning's delivery. 'My nephew is a good boy.'

'We didn't say he wasn't,' JD said calmly. 'But somebody hired him and we need to know who that was.'

'He's on his way in. He's over at the harbor, so it'll take him a few minutes. Here's the record you want.' Yee pulled a piece of paper from the folder. 'It was arranged by Dr Russell Bennett. Charged to his Visa.'

'Chutzpah,' JD murmured and Stevie nodded.

'Sir,' she said, 'how did the box arrive? Did anyone drop it off?'

'No. I remember that one now that I saw Bennett's name. I got a call from Dr Bennett saying he'd been delayed on a business trip out of town and didn't want to miss his anniversary with his ladyfriend. He sent the box through the mail with instructions to deliver it today. He didn't want his ladyfriend to be angry.'

'When did you receive the box?'

'Yesterday afternoon, last mail delivery.'

'What about the key to her car?' Stevie asked.

'Came with the box. There was the wrapped box with a bow and a little envelope with a key and a note saying where we could find the car.'

'Where's the note and the key?' JD asked.

'Jimmy's got them. He'll bring them back when he comes in.'

'Okay,' JD said. 'And the shipping box? Where is that?'

Yee looked bewildered. 'Cut down and put out with last night's trash.'

'Did the garbage truck come yet?' JD asked, hoping.

'No, not yet.'

Yes. 'We'll want to search for that box.'

Yee's bewilderment grew. 'Why?'

Stevie ignored his question. 'Didn't you think it odd that he wanted the box delivered to a lady's car and not her house or office? And that he'd have her key?'

'And that he'd send it to you through the US mail?' JD added.

Yee shrugged. 'Dr Bennett sometimes does strange things.'

'So you've done business with him before,' JD said.

'Sure. He's a good customer.' Yee looked rueful. 'Lots of lady-friends.'

'Did you know he was married?' Stevie asked.

'Yes, but . . .' He shrugged again. 'Not my business.'

'What kind of things does he ask to be delivered?' JD asked.

'Usually roses, candy, theater tickets. Once there was a bucket of sand with some oyster shells. Turned out one of the shells had a pearl and diamond ring in it. Worth about four thousand bucks. So I didn't think anything about this.' The bell on the door rang and the three of them turned toward it. 'Jimmy,' Yee said, relieved.

The young man took in the scene, warily. 'What's wrong?'

'I'm Detective Fitzpatrick and this is my partner, Detective Mazzetti. We'd like to ask you a few questions about the package you delivered to that car this morning.'

Jimmy looked to his uncle, panicked. 'You're not in trouble,' his uncle said. 'Is he?'

'Not right now,' JD said. 'First, can we see the note and the key?'

The boy produced them from his backpack. 'I didn't do anything wrong.'

'It's okay,' Steve said. 'We're not after you. We're after the guy who sent this box.'

'Dr Bennett?' Jimmy asked, stunned. 'Why? I mean, the guy's a total douche, but he never did anything illegal.'

'Jimmy,' his uncle scolded. 'I will not tolerate that language.'

'Why did you say he was a douche?' JD asked and the boy shrugged.

'All those women, none of them knowing about the others. I felt bad doing those deliveries. Made me feel . . . responsible. Like I should have told them. But I didn't. My uncle said it was none of our business. To just do the deliveries.'

JD looked at Stevie. 'We don't have to get those names from Herrigan,' he said.

One side of Stevie's mouth lifted. 'Silver lining. Mr Yee, we're going to need a list of all the women you've delivered to for Dr Bennett.'

Yee blew out a breath. 'How far back?'

'Five years,' JD said. 'Maybe six.'

'That's a lot of women, Detective,' Yee said, alarmed.

'And we appreciate the work it will take,' JD replied. 'We need the most recent six names now. We'll wait. Here's my card with my email and fax number. We need the less recent names as soon as possible.'

Yee took the card, clearly upset. 'Anything else?'

'Yes,' Stevie said. 'You talked to Dr Bennett yourself? Did he sound like himself?'

Yee frowned. 'I don't remem-Wait. He had a cold. I remember saying it was a shame he had a cold in the summer. He said, "You have no idea." And he laughed.'

JD thought about Bennett's body, flash frozen. 'What number did he call from?'

'It must have been his cell, which I have on record. Otherwise I would have written it on the order. That's procedure. Just in case their card doesn't go through.'

'Detective?' Jimmy asked quietly. 'Is Dr Bennett okay?'

'We're not sure yet,' JD averred. 'But son, next time somebody asks you to deliver something to a car, don't.'

'What was in that box?'

'That's part of our investigation, Jimmy,' Stevie said. 'We're not at liberty to say. But the garage was closed down for an hour while law enforcement searched the car.'