“Shoot.”

“I’m a little muddy about this whole ‘they still love and respect each other’ thing. This ‘I owe it all to her, so I’m giving her half’ thing. Let’s say the missus divorces you. How are you going to feel about that?”

They reached the car. Spencer unlocked it and they climbed in. Tony buckled his safety belt and looked at Spencer. “I’ve been married thirty-two years and I don’t get it, either. We love and respect each other, fight and disagree, but we stay together. It’s the fact that we made a commitment to each other that keeps us together, working at it. If she divorced me, I’d be pretty pissed off.”

“And if, after she divorced you, she got half of everything you made-past and future. How would you feel about that? Could you still be friends?”

“It wouldn’t happen, dude.”

“Why not?”

“After you sleep with a woman, you can’t be friends.”

“Neanderthal.”

“And how many of those friends do you have?”

Spencer drew his eyebrows together in thought. Exactly…none.

He glanced at Tony, then pulled away from the curb. “Everybody who knows them is singing the same song. Friends. Employees. Daughter.”

“And you think it’s an act.”

It wasn’t a question; instead of answering, he asked one of his own. “Who stands to gain the most by Kay Noble dying?”

“Leo Noble.”

“Damn right, he does. Call for a couple uniforms to meet us at Leo’s. It’s time for the games to begin.”

CHAPTER 48

Friday, March 18, 2005

4:45 p.m.

Stacy’s plane landed in New Orleans exactly on schedule. As it taxied toward the gate, she reviewed the events of the day. After learning the dentist who had identified Dick Danson had been murdered, she had U-turned and headed back to the Lodge. Billie had reregistered, getting her room back before it had even been cleaned. From there, they had called Chief Battard-to inform him that Billie was staying and to ask if Stacy could meet with him quickly to explain why.

And to ask for his help.

On their way, Stacy had filled Billie in on what she wanted her to do: look into any missing-persons cases in the area at the time of Danson’s suicide, and if one appeared, to somehow uncover if he had been a patient of Dr. Mark Carlson’s. She also wanted her to find a way to gain access to the dentist’s records and cross-reference them against the ones used to ID Danson’s corpse.

Chief Battard would be instrumental in making that happen. Medical records were damn near impossible to access without official authorization.

They’d met Chief Battard in his office at headquarters. Stacy had run her theory by him and asked for his help. To his credit, he hadn’t laughed.

And he’d agreed to help.

Stacy suspected the prospect of a few more days with the sultry Billie had something to do with his equanimity.

Stacy exited the plane. She was right about one thing-she was certain of it.

Dick Danson was alive. He was the White Rabbit.

And he was a killer.

As soon as she had cleared the terminal, she turned on her phone. She had three messages waiting. Judging by the callback numbers, all three were from Leo.

She’d spoken with him first thing that morning, had told him the trip had been a bust and that she was flying home.

A lot had happened since she’d made that call.

More, apparently, than she’d even realized.

While she made her way to the parking garage, she checked the messages. The first call was, indeed, from Leo. He was upset. His voice shaking.

Kay’s…gone. She’s…someone…the White Rabbit…she may be dead. Call me as soon as you touch down.

The second was from Alice, not her father. She was crying, so hard Stacy could barely make out what she was saying. Her message, in essence, mirrored her father’s. She was scared.

Grimly, Stacy quickened her pace. The third was again from Leo. According to her cell’s time stamp, it had come in just before she touched down. Malone had gotten a search warrant and was at the house now. He didn’t know what to do.

A search warrant.

The ball was in motion now.

She stepped outside the terminal and the humid New Orleans air caught her in a bear hug. Crossing the traffic lanes to the parking garage, she found her vehicle, unlocked it and tossed her bag inside.

Minutes later, Stacy was on the airport access road, heading toward I-10 East. She anticipated the trip taking about fifteen minutes, barring accidents, construction or a game in the Superdome.

Stacy tried Leo, got his recording and left a message. She rang Malone, also with no luck. She used the rest of the drive to review what she knew of the recent events and to prepare herself for what awaited.

The playing cards were dead. Now Kay had gone missing. Malone and his partner had gotten a search warrant-which meant they had evidence enough to convince a judge they had just cause.

What did they have on Leo?

She meant to find out.

Stacy reached Leo’s mansion in what she suspected was record time. Judging by the number of cars parked out front, one of them a NOPD cruiser, Malone and company were still there.

She angled her own vehicle into a narrow spot, hopped out and hurried to the front door.

Mrs. Maitlin, looking pale and shaken, answered. “Valerie,” Stacy said, holding out a hand. “I heard. What’s happening?”

The woman grasped it and glanced over her shoulder, then looked back at Stacy. “They’re tearing the place apart. As if Mr. Leo could have done a thing to Mrs. Noble. And poor Alice, she’s the one who…the blood-”

“Stacy!” Leo rushed across the foyer. “Thank God.” He reached the door and drew her inside. “This is unreal. Insane. First, Kay disappearing. Then this search-”

“Did you call your lawyer?”

“Yes. They had already visited him, shown him the warrant. Said it looked legal. That there was nothing I could do but cooperate.”

“If you’re innocent, you have nothing to-”

He cut her off, looking hurt. “If I’m innocent? You doubt me, Stacy?”

“That’s not what I meant. Focus, Leo. They won’t find anything-it will force them to look elsewhere.”

From the corner of her eye she saw Alice, huddled on the parlor couch. She looked lost.

Even though her heart went out to the teenager, she kept her attention on Leo. “Was there any kind of message left at the scene?”

“No, not that I saw.”

“It sounds as if they suspect foul play. Why?”

He looked at her blankly. “The scene,” she said softly. “There were signs of a struggle? Blood?”

He nodded, understanding. “Yes. And I…I sent Alice to look for her.” His voice broke. “She saw-It’s my fault.”

“How’d he get in, Leo?”

“I don’t know.” He rubbed his hands over his face. “They asked me if she ever left her door unlocked.”

Which meant there had been no evidence of a break-in.

“What did you tell them?”

“I told them she did not.”

She laid a reassuring hand on his arm. “Where are they?”

“Upstairs.”

“I’ll be back. Hold tight.”

Stacy headed upstairs, then followed the sound of voices. She saw that the place had been torn apart. Typical cops, she thought, as she found them in her room. Going through her skivvies drawer.

“Having fun, Detective?”

He looked over his shoulder. “Killian.”

“They’re a size five. Not so sexy, but comfortable.”

Tony laughed out loud, Malone shut the drawer, looking a bit flushed. “Warrant covered the entire property. You know the drill.”

“Yeah, I know. Could I have a word with you?”

He glanced at his partner, who motioned for him to go, then joined her in the hall.

“Clock’s ticking.”

“So I’ll get right to the point. You’re wrong about Leo.”