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assie had rosemary roasted potatoes and lemon chicken finally in the oven. It had been quite a challenge, what with the guys coming in and out of the house, flipping the breaker to turn off all power while they wired the lights and cameras, and the general chaos associated with having people in her house when Cassie was used to being alone. Her house was her sanctuary, now an invaded sanctuary with no peace for her.
    Granted, she appreciated the fact that the invaders were trying to protect her from possible harm. The alternative would be much worse.
    Setting a timer to remind her to turn the potato slices halfway through cooking, Cassie then kicked off her shoes and padded from the kitchen to her living room. Sitting down in her overstuffed recliner, she took a moment to breathe, trying not to think about anything else. Everything had happened so quickly after the flowers were delivered, what with Frankie taking charge and telling her what she should do, that Cassie hadn’t had a lot of time to absorb the situation.
    First things first, she had to figure out who had ordered the flower delivery. That would be the key to learning whether Kenneth Morgan was behind them or if she should worry about someone more sinister... like a murderer.
    Cassie grabbed her laptop off its spot on a nearby end table, opening it up and linking to the internet. She didn’t know much about strippers or the strip clubs in town. It was entirely possible that Tammy at The Flower Shoppe was a judgmental woman who had berated some poor woman for having a naturally large chest. On the other hand, maybe Tammy visited the nightclubs and had actually seen the blonde perform but didn’t want to admit it.
    “Only one way to find out.”
    Cassie did a search on strip clubs in Sayle, Washington. Within a few heartbeats, a new page loaded onto the screen, showing a map with two addresses pinpointed on opposite sides of town.
    The link for ‘Benny’s Bootylicious Bimbos’ was most prominently displayed, so she clicked on it.
    “How many bleached blond bootylicious bimbos with huge boobs could there be?” She chuckled at her alliteration and searched the page for a list of performers.
    Luckily, Benny was proud of his bimbos. Each dancer had a profile page with a picture and information about the performer, including likes and dislikes, and what she looked for in a man. Of course, it was probably all made up information designed to inspire male lust—and a subsequent parting of horny men from their money—but the pictures of the performers were likely actually the women working there. After all, if a guy went to the club just to see Meghan Mega-Tits and she never danced, eventually the place would lose money.
    The only drawback to her idea of looking for the woman was how many of the workers at Benny’s were blond. In looking at the list of twenty performers, eleven of them had blond hair. Remembering that Tammy said her boobs looked way too big for her body, Cassie tried to weed the women further by that criteria. In the end, there were still seven girls with blond hair and huge breasts.
    With a sigh, Cassie used her cell phone to snap a shot of each woman’s picture. Maybe Tammy could still pick the right one out of a lineup.
    With stops to check on dinner and a thorough search of the second strip club—more discretely named Guy’s Nite Out—Cassie had a total of twelve pictures. Twelve blondes done up in makeup, wearing lingerie, and all with bigger than average chests. How in the world was she supposed to figure out which one was the correct woman? Even if she showed these pictures to the florist, Cassie had high doubts the guilty party went in looking like she did in these glamor shots. It would call too much attention to her.
    When someone delivered a threatening letter, Cassie thought it was a fair guess that they didn’t want to be remembered.
    The front door opened, pulling Cassie’s attention from the computer. Big Frank helped push