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number or an
address or, if I’m lucky, both.”
    “ He doesn’t keep his brief case
locked?” Lilly asks.
    “ No,” she says, “I guess he thinks I’m
too dumb and/or scared to pilfer through his things, but I’m here
to tell you girls,” she gets a faraway look in her eye, “those days
are over.”
    “ Hell, yeah!” I say and give her a
very gentle hug.
    “ Chloe,” Lilly says, “we will do
anything and everything we can.”
    “ I know,” Chloe peeps, “and I know
y’all love me enough to do this together.” She goes to the closet
and brings out a box. “Here, use this. It’s a $1400 camera that I
got for Christmas and I’ve never used it so y’all will have to
figure it out,” she hands it to me. “Get me some proof. I know
y’all are seasoned stalkers.”
    “ That we are,” I say, nodding my head
in agreement, “that we are.”
    “ Okay, so do what you can with what
you have there and I’ll email you the list of addresses in a day or
two.”
    Before either of us have time to respond,
the doorbell rings and this time, Chloe looks surprised and becomes
visibly nervous. So nervous, in fact, that she starts to shake.
    “ What is it, Chloe?” I ask. “Do you
want me to get the door?”
    “ No,” she says, “I’ll get it. Just go
through there and wait in the sun room if you don’t
mind.”
    Lilly and I hustle into the sun room like
scalded dogs. After what seems like an eternity, Chloe comes back,
smiling.
    “ It’s Brother Berkin,” she says,
looking more than a little embarrassed, “sorry about
that.”
    “ Not a problem,” I say.
    “ No problem at all,” Lilly chimes
in.
    “ Okay,” she whispers, “do we have a
plan?”
    “ Yes, we most certainly do,” I whisper
back. “We’ll check out the local addresses tonight.”
    “ Tonight?” Chloe asks with palpable
enthusiasm.
    “ Absolutely,” Lilly
replies.
    Brother Berkin greets us in the foyer and we
exchange polite pleasantries before Lilly and I head out the
door.
    Once we’re outside, Lilly turns to me with a
pleading look on her face.
    “ Ace, I need some help,” she says.
“I’m asking you as a friend to help me. I can’t do it
alone.”
    “ Lilly, I’ll do whatever I can to help
Chloe, but your problem,” I shake my head, “I’m not going near
that.”
    “ Ace, Catherine Hilliard has some
stuff of mine that I desperately need to get back. It has nothing
whatsoever to do with Drake Driskall, I swear to God,
please.”
    “ Fine, Lilly,” I say, “but if you
screw me on this, I just want you to know that I will whip your
ass. Understood?”
    “ Understood.”
    “ I’ll pick you up at your
place.”
    16
    Wicked is as wicked does. Or was that
stupid?
    “ Lilly,” I say, as she settles into my
passenger seat, “look at all this from my point of view and tell me
what I’m supposed to think about you right now.” I look at her,
“Who is the Gentleman?”
    “ Ace,” she says with a heavy sigh,
“you have been my best friend for over twenty years and you know I
love you like a sister, right?”
    “ Lilly, I’m not detecting an answer in that gibberish and if
you want me to put this car in reverse, then you better cease and
desist with the sentimental bullshit and give me something
legit.”
    “ Why can’t you just trust me?” she
whines. “Just believe in me, like Chloe always does.”
    “ Chloe still believes in Santa Claus,”
I say and wince at the reference and Lilly turns the evil eye on
me. “Okay, let me take that back. But this car isn’t moving from
this driveway until you tell me what’s going on with
you.”
    She takes a deep breath and looks out the
passenger side window.
    “ Not moving.”
    “ I am accompanying a man on business
trips who is having a secret affair with a married man and I’m just
there to make them look not so,” she pauses, “gay.”
    “ Uh, seriously-”
    “ There. I told you. Are you happy
now?”
    “ Sounds like that could get confusing
at