She smiled weakly, the sight of Croc, who’d had her pissed off to the point of speechlessness less than twenty-four hours ago, taking its toll. “I’ll be fine. Once I’m done with the police, I’ll go back to Leonardo’s and try to get some work done.” In other words, Jeremiah would know where to find her. “You’ll be in touch?”

He nodded, even as he felt himself pulling back, fighting for distance, not because he regretted last night but because he owed Croc, aka whoever. “I’ll be in touch.”

“So will I, Tabak,” Frank growled, and he escorted Mollie out.

13

Griffen Welles and Deegan Tiernay arrived at Leonardo’s five minutes after Frank Sunderland had dropped Mollie off. She hadn’t even had a chance to scoot upstairs yet. All she wanted to do was dive into the pool and swim until she couldn’t think coherently, then sleep in the shade. But when Deegan said, “Mollie, was that the police?” she rallied.

“Come upstairs, you two,” she said. “I have a tale to tell.”

She put on coffee and boiled an egg and told them about Jeremiah, Croc, herself as common denominator. She told them about seeing Jeremiah at the Greenaway, knowing him ten years ago, having his picture on her dartboard. Her voice sounded detached and clinical, yet her insides felt frayed. Coffee and food helped.

“Jesus, Mollie,” Griffen breathed. “I had no idea.”

Deegan paced, pounding a fist into a palm. “The police think this Croc guy’s the jewel thief?”

“They’re not sure. I just identified the necklace they found on him. It’s definitely Leonardo’s cursed diamond-and-ruby necklace. But whether it was a coincidental mugging and the attacker just missed it, or it was some kind of setup-” She shrugged, feeling drained, confused, on overdrive. “I don’t know.”

“This sucks,” Deegan muttered. “Look, I need to get out of here awhile. I’ll talk to you both later.”

He shot outside, and Griffen unfolded herself from a bar stool, walked to the door, peered out, and turned back to Mollie. “I wonder what that’s all about.”

“Something I said? He hasn’t liked Jeremiah-”

“What’s to like? The guy’s a rough customer, even if you’ve fallen for him like the proverbial ton of bricks.” When Mollie started to protest, Griffen held up a hand, silencing her. “Do not argue with one who knows. Well, I suppose where one romance dies, another pops up somewhere in the universe to take its place.”

“You and Deegan?”

She flopped back onto her stool. “The last few days especially…” She frowned at Mollie’s egg. “You’re eating that dry?”

“I put pepper on it.”

“A hard-boiled egg with pepper. Mollie, that gives me the willies.”

She smiled. “Tell me about Deegan.”

“He’s been remote lately.” Her eyes shifted, and she picked at a red-polished nail. Today’s sundress was a shock of red and purple flowers. Her dark curls hung down her back. “Usually he’s so much fun, sarcastic, witty, just a great guy, you know? I never expected our relationship to last, but I’m sorrier than I thought I’d to be now that it’s falling apart.”

“I’m sorry, Griffen.”

“Yeah, yeah. What about you and Jeremiah Tabak? Any hope there?” She squinted at Mollie, then laughed. “My God, you’re blushing! We must be talking fast and furious then, huh?”

Mollie bit into her egg and toast, noticing Griffen’s involuntary shudder of disapproval, as if she couldn’t help herself. “I just came from the hospital. It doesn’t seem right to be fretting about my love life right now.”

“It’s human nature, Mollie. Don’t beat yourself up over it. Some of us know the real thing when we see it, and we find it right out of the chute. Others of us-” She sighed, obviously meaning herself. “Others of us either don’t know it or just have to keep trying. If I find the right guy before I’m forty, I’ll be happy. Heck, after I’m forty.”

“Ever the optimist, right, Griffen?”

She grinned. “You got it. So, does Tabak think his buddy Croc is the jewel thief?”

“I don’t know, we haven’t talked outside the presence of the police.”

“But you doubt it,” Griffen said.

“Maybe…I’m trying to keep an open mind.” Her egg finished, she rinsed her hands in the sink. Her mind was racing, impulsivity rearing its head. She looked around at her friend. “Griffen, why don’t I have a party?”

“A party? Mollie, what the hell-”

“Tomorrow night. Are you free? I can hire you to cater. We’ll make it spontaneous and fun, real informal. It’s supposed to be nice weather. We can have it out by the pool.”

Griffen was eyeing her dubiously. “What, are you trying to set a trap for the real jewel thief?”

“I would if I could-if he’s not already in the hospital with his jaw broken. No, I just want to assert some control over my life. A spontaneous cocktail party could be my statement about the attack on me the other night, my relationship with Leonardo, my intentions here in south Florida. I’m my own person, and I make my own decisions.”

“And you won’t be driven off by a nasty phone call and a nasty thief.”

She nodded. “Right.”

Griffen mused a moment, the sunlight streaming in through the kitchen window, the curtains billowing in a pleasant breeze. “It could be a fun, gutsy thing to do. I expect it doesn’t hurt to assert your independence with a guy like Jeremiah Tabak, either.” She clapped her hands together, grinning. “I’m getting to like this nutty idea better and better.”

“Is tomorrow night too soon?”

“Of course, but that’s what makes it perfect. It won’t conflict with any of the big parties this week, and Leonardo doesn’t do parties, so people are already curious about this place. We can capitalize on that. And, of course, they’re yakking about you a mile a minute, and now we’ve got this jewel thief in the hospital and a sexy investigative reporter…” She drummed the counter with her red nails, musing. “Oh, this definitely could work!”

“People will come?”

“Everyone will come.” She slid smoothly to her feet, tucked thick curls behind her ear. “I’ll put together a menu and guest list and stop back by this afternoon. We’ll have to move on this thing if we’re going to pull it off. Deegan can help-I’ll see if I can track him down. Guess it’s a good thing we came in separate cars.”

After Griffen left, Mollie wandered aimlessly around the apartment before she came to grips with what she had to do. Take a shower, get dressed, put out any fires that needed putting out in her office, and check back in at the hospital. Maybe the police would have more information. Maybe Jeremiah would. Either way, hanging around inside Leonardo’s gates would only drive her crazy.

Jeremiah drove out to the stretch of relatively isolated beach and marsh where Croc was found, then to the police station to see the necklace and talk to the officers first on the scene, not that they had much to offer. Croc still wasn’t in any condition to give a statement, but he’d managed, apparently, to indicate that he hadn’t recognized his attacker and couldn’t provide a detailed description. The police had no reason to believe there was more than one attacker.

Mollie had already gone home. Frank had driven her himself, and he was still steamed at Jeremiah. “You’re holding back on me, aren’t you, Tabak?”

Jeremiah debated, then gave him the rest. “Mollie Lavender is what got me into this thing.” He tried to sound detached, professional. “Croc found out she’s been at every event we know the thief hit.”

“How’d he know?”

“How does he know anything? He must have been snooping around, had access to guest lists-I don’t know. He wouldn’t tell me.”

Frank appraised him with cop skepticism. “It’s a bitch having that kind of missing link. What about you and this Lavender woman?”

“What about us?”

“You came up from Miami in the same car.”