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Victoria?” she asked. Her biggest worry was that the resort might not let them film on the property.
    “I spoke to their corporate office today. They’re eager to cooperate. Amanda’s disappearance was a public relations fiasco, so my impression is that they want to help however they can. They even maintained backups of all the security camera footage they provided to police.”
    “Really? Is there a way we can see it?”
    “They agreed to send it this week.”
    The pieces were all falling into place. Jeff was still close to two of his groomsmen, and obviously couldn’t be any closer to Meghan. If she could just get him on board, they’d be all set. And if he didn’t say yes to Sandra, she had a plan to persuade him. Alex.

19

    W hen Laurie walked out of her building at six o’clock, Alex was standing at the curb next to his black Mercedes. Right on time, she thought. I should have known it.
    “I’ve been waiting an hour.”
    “Sure you have!”
    Laurie had known Alex for over a year now but could still feel herself react every time she saw him. A former college basketball player standing six-four, he still had an athlete’s build. He had dark, wavy hair, a strong jaw, and blue-green eyes that shone even behind his black-rimmed glasses. There was a reason Alex Buckley had become one of television’s most sought-after trial commentators, and it wasn’t merely because of his celebrated success in the courtroom.
    She gave him a quick kiss. “I can’t believe my luck that you could join me.”
    Alex’s official role on Under Suspicion was as its host. The skills he had gained at interrogation in courtroom cross-examinations were perfect for the show’s format. In previous episodes, his participation had not begun until shortly before the cameras began to roll. But since the show’s last production, three months ago, the lines between official and unofficial had become blurred where Laurie and Alex were concerned.
    He opened the car door for her, then walked around to theopposite side and got in next to her. Before he could ask, she handed the driver Jeff and Meghan’s address in Brooklyn. “I may have mentioned that I always have time for you,” he said mildly.
    “Oh, come on! I can’t remember the last time you left your office before six. I’m really surprised. How come you were available on such short notice?”
    “This is what I get for dating a journalist—the third degree.” Alex laughed. “I did make a scheduled trial go away by getting most of the evidence suppressed.”
    Dating . Of course we’re dating, she thought. There’s no other word for it.
    “Well, I’m not surprised you won, and I’m grateful for the help,” she said, as he reached over and took her hand. It felt completely natural.
    “Okay, Laurie, what’s going on in Brooklyn?”
    “Do you remember the Runaway Bride case?”
    Alex looked up briefly, scanning his memory. “Somewhere warm. Beautiful hotel. Florida?”
    “Exactly. At the Grand Victoria in Palm Beach.”
    “Whatever happened with that? As I recall, there were two theories at the time: either foul play or she got cold feet and took off.”
    Laurie was realizing she was at a disadvantage for not having followed the story while it was hot. “Over five years without a word sounds like more than cold feet.”
    “Nothing? No body ever found?”
    Laurie was a journalist, the daughter of a cop, and the widow of an emergency room physician, but she still was not accustomed to Alex’s matter-of-fact approach to speaking about crime. “According to Amanda’s mother, there have been absolutely no new developments in all these years. I got the impression that police were divided—either she left voluntarily or was killed. But either way, they have stopped looking. It’s a cold case.”
    “Meaning, right up your alley. And what’s in Brooklyn?”
    “The would-be groom, Jeff Hunter.” Laurie quickly laid out the basic biography: Colby College, Fordham Law, a