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his fingers. “What happened?”
    Wesley dabbed at the blood on his face. “Some guy
    jumped me, took my wallet.”
    She narrowed her eyes at him in the mirror but bit her
    tongue. She’d bet anything the “guy” had something to do
    with Father Thom, a detail that Detective Terry didn’t need
    to know. “Liz Fischer sent me to find you. You need to get
    to the courtroom right away.”
    She moved next to him, her heart beating faster to see his
    puffy lip and bloody teeth. At least his glasses weren’t
    broken. “Are you okay?” She reached for him, but he
    leaned away.
    “I’m fine, sis,” he said, then walked toward the exit,
    tossing the wet napkin in the trash. “Let’s get this over
    with.”
    When the door closed, she turned to face the detective,
    who seemed bemused.
    “Told you we’d be crossing paths again,” he said. “I just
    didn’t think it would be in the men’s room.”
    She glanced around the slightly grubby tiled room lined
    with urinals. “Um, sorry for…attacking you.”
    “Don’t mention it.” Then he frowned. “Your brother seems
    to be having a string of bad luck.”
    “Yes. Thanks for helping him.”
    “Just doing my job,” he said smoothly. “I hear that Liz
    Fischer made a deal with the D.A.”
    “Yes, thank goodness.” Then she frowned. “Do you know
    Liz?”
    “Sure,” he said with a slow smile. “Liz and I are…friendly.”
    She pushed her cheek out with her tongue. “I so didn’t
    need to know that.”
    He shrugged. “Just making conversation.” Then he
    gestured toward the urinals. “Now, if you don’t mind, I
    actually came in here for a reason.”
    She lifted her eyebrows. “Hmm? Oh…” A blush climbed her
    neck as she turned on her heel and headed for the door.
    “But I need to talk to you,” he said behind her. “Save me a
    seat.”
    “Fat chance,” she muttered.
    When she entered the courtroom, she slid into a seat in
    the back row just as Wesley’s case was being called. He
    and Liz Fischer stepped forward and took their place
    behind the defendant’s table. Her brother looked so
    handsome in the brown suit that she’d pul ed out of his
    closet, cut off the tags and forced him to wear. His
    normally shaggy hair was combed and his posture was
    arrow straight. But Carlotta’s gaze was riveted on how Liz
    touched Wesley’s chin and peered at his injury, then
    angled her head toward his ear as the judge situated his
    paperwork. Her body language seemed almost…intimate.
    Carlotta hardened her jaw. Had the woman transferred
    her affection to the son of her former lover?
    “Don’t look so grim,” Detective Terry murmured in her ear
    as he took the seat next to her. “If the judge goes along
    with the plea bargain, your brother’s getting off easy.”
    Carlotta frowned, and leaned away from the man who had
    somehow insinuated himself into their lives. Unbidden,
    thoughts of the detective and Liz Fischer together in bed
    popped into her head. She squeezed her eyes shut. Good
    grief, what was it about stick-thin women that drove men
    nuts?
    “Can’t bear to watch, huh?” the detective whispered,
    touching her arm.
    She opened her eyes, exasperated. “Shut. Up.” She looked
    down and pul ed her arm away. “And I hope you washed
    your hands.”
    “I did—had to get the lipstick off.” He pul ed a
    handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to her.
    “Speaking of which, you could use a touch-up.”
    She glared and snatched the hankie, then used a mirror to
    wipe her smeared lips and handed it back to him.
    He looked at the now-pink hankie. “You can keep it.”
    She shoved it into her purse and looked to the front of the
    courtroom.
    “And the state is satisfied with the plea agreement?” the
    judge was asking the D.A.
    Kelvin Lucas dragged himself to his feet, then gave Wesley
    a long, slow look, before turning back to the judge. “The
    state is satisfied, Your Honor.”
    “Very well. The defendant is hereby sentenced to