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cel . That work?”
    Dixon pul ed out a pad and pen, then craned her neck to look at the screen.
    “You’re a lifesaver, Rolando.”
    Rolando leaned back, but his eyes remained riveted on Dixon’s wel -defined cleavage.
    Vail cleared her throat. She could’ve sworn Rolando gave her a dirty look—but it worked, because he momentarily diverted his eyes.
    “How long has he been a member?” Vail asked.
    He consulted his screen. “Looks like it’s been a while. Couple years.” Dixon clicked her pen shut. “Thanks, Rolando. Maybe you wanna spot me some day.”
    “I’d—yeah, I’m sure I’l spot you.” He chuckled. “The minute you walk in the door.”
    Dixon returned a wink. “Catch you later.” She held up the pad. “Thanks again.”
    As they headed toward the parking lot, Vail said, “You realize he’s gonna be al over you next time you come in to work out.”
    “I’l worry about that later. At least we got a number for Cannon.”
    “Address, too?”
    Dixon smiled devilishly. “Of course. But it’s the apartment on Soscol. Same one DMV had.”
    Vail blew some air out the side of her mouth. “Okay. So how do you want to play this?”
    Dixon glanced around at the cars in the vicinity. “I’l text the cel to Brix, let him have NSIB fol ow up and try to grab an address from the wireless company. You cal Cannon, remind him who you are, and tel him you’ve got some extra time. See if he wants to do lunch. He hit on you once, he’l probably say yes.”
    “He knows we’re cops. If he was working with Mayfield, why would he want to meet with me?”
    “You tel me,” Dixon said as she reached into her pocket for her keys.
    Vail looked off at the mountains. “If he’s like Mayfield, he’s a narcissist. In which case, this would be like a conquest for him. I initial y rejected him, reconsidered, now I’m cal ing him. Crawling back is the way he’d see it. But,” Vail said, “that’s if he’s a narcissist. We can’t assume he is just because Mayfield was—but it would make sense. There’s a reason why they found each other. Kindred spirits. They understand each other’s needs, they think alike.”
    Dixon started tapping out her text to Brix. “Given the conversation we had with them, it’s possible he is a narcissist.”
    Vail considered that and replayed the meeting they had with the two men. “You were there for more of it than I was, but yeah, it’s possible. It could also be we’re reading into it, seeing what we want to see.”
    “Guess we’l find out.” Dixon popped open the doors and they got in.
    Vail pul ed her BlackBerry and dialed. Voice mail. Waited for the beep. “Jimmy, this is Karen Vail—we met a couple days ago in the gym and . . . wel , I kind of blew you off. Sorry about that. I was there with my friend, and I couldn’t accept your offer with her there. I’m seeing her brother back in Virginia. Anyway, if you’re interested in catching lunch or dinner, or something else . . . ” she said, suggestively, “I’l be here another few days. Give me a buzz back.”
    She disconnected the cal . “Hopeful y he’l respond. And if we’re lucky, his wireless carrier wil come through. If he real y is a wine maker, this can’t be a throwaway phone. And unless he thought to update the Fit1 records, which is unlikely, he’s had this number at least a couple years.”

    Dixon shook her head. “Doesn’t make sense that he’d be involved with Mayfield.
    He’s got no cover. He’s total y exposed.”
    “Could be he never intended to live that type of life,” Vail said. “But the way this relationship might go would be he meets Mayfield, Mayfield makes some comment that’s wel received by Cannon, and they feel each other out to make sure one didn’t misunderstand the other. They find they’re of like mind. Cannon assists Mayfield in one of his kil s and he gets off on it. He likes kil ing, it gives him a rush like nothing he’s ever experienced. Maybe they even talk