I nodded. “If that was my husband, I’d stab him in the heart.”
“Goodto know,” Jake said.
I couldn’t help a slight smile, but then he got serious as he continued, “The method does suggest a crime of passion, but if everyone knew he was a cheater, the killer could be trying to shift suspicion to the wife or one of his lovers.”
Dylan shuddered. “Eww. Kirk with lovers. That’s an image I don’t need.”
“I just don’t understand, with what a dog he was, how all thosepeople got up there and said such nice things about him,” I said.
“You’d be surprised how separate folks can keep their private and professional lives,” Jake said. “It’s quite possible his wife never knew or saw anything that raised a red flag.”
“You could be right,” Dylan said. “No one has ever met her. Except maybe his assistant, who had to drop stuff off at his house on occasion. Michellenever said anything, though. I can’t believe Kirk didn’t even have a picture of Bonnie in his office. She seems so nice.”
Jake nodded. “I’m actually glad I ran into you two. After our lunch, Addison, I went to interview some of Kirk’s coworkers and learned that someone broke into the office Wednesday night. You two wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”
“Maybe it was the same guys whobroke into my apartment,” Dylan suggested with a shrug.
“No. This time it was two women.”
“Women?” I asked, hoping I sounded surprised. “Was anyone able to identify them?”
The way Jake watched us told me he wasn’t buying our innocence. Still, he shook his head. “Nope. There was video footage, but the cameras didn’t get a good shot. Besides, the perps wore facepaint and... disguises.”
His gazelingered, and I felt as though he could see into my soul. “What kind of disguises?” I asked, my voice husky.
Dylan waved her phone in the air. “Asher’s calling and I really need to take this,” she said, backing away as she put the phone to her ear.
I looked back in time to see Jake’s eyes slip to my chest ever so briefly before meeting my eyes again. “The black bustier was really all I noticed.”
I was a little taken aback that he even knew what a bustier was. “Pervert,” I retorted.
He chuckled. “Let me clarify. It’s all I noticed at first, then I took a second to take in the rest. I can’t imagine it was easy to evade the police in those heels, was it?”
“No—no idea,” I stuttered. “The person wore heels? That sounds really dumb.”
Jake frowned. “Yeah, because it was dangerous. And illegal.Get me?”
He looked angry and worried, and as he leaned closer to me, I could smell a hint of cologne, leather, and sexy-as-hell man. I was so turned on; it was all I could do to keep from dragging him into a side room and finally consummating this thing between us.
“Parker!” Detective Pike called, saving me from having to acknowledge Jake’s warning. “Got somethin’.”
“Be right there,” he calledback.
“Sounds like you better get to it,” I said, squaring my shoulders so I didn’t jump on him and kiss off his bossy lips.
He cocked his head and then sighed. “Please stop with all this shit, Addison. You’re gonna get yourself hurt... or killed.”
His concern for me only raised my temperature. “I can take care of myself,” I argued.
“I’ll call you this week.”
“Okay. Byeeee.” I smiled andgave him a little wave as he turned and joined his partner. Dylan was nowhere to be seen, so I lingered in the hallway for a moment before following Jake. If he and Detective Pike had something, I wanted to know what it was.
The two detectives slipped into a side room, closing the door behind them. Feeling like some sort of government spy, I surveyed my surroundings. The majority of the funeralattendees were stuffing their faces and drifting toward the front door. Nobody seemed to be paying too much attention to the hallway, so I leaned in and stuck my ear against the door, straining to hear what was happening on the other side.
“And you work in the mailroom?” I heard Jake ask.
A woman’s voice answered, but it was so quiet I could barely make out her yes.
