A Taste of Sin
have a clue.”
    “That’s fine. Take a day to think it over.” Dylan pulled a card from his pocket and set it on the table. “Here’s my number.”
    “Can’t you find a better way to nail him?” I asked. “Just go into his house and take pictures of all those empty scotch bottles, right?”
    “It’s not that simple. I can’t just break into his home like you did.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Look Sarah, I’m in a bind and I need your help. If you can get me what I need … Gavin will be arrested and I’ll keep my job.”
    “What do I get?”
    “The satisfaction of knowing you helped put a creep behind bars.”
    A tempting carrot. “I should discuss this with my partner before I commit.”
    “Sure, but call me soon,” he said. “If Gavin finds out he’s being investigated, this whole thing could go bust.”
    “By the way, Carter ran the plates on your Cadillac. Why is your car registered to a Muriel Durgess?”
    Dylan smiled. “She’s my next door neighbor. She  allows me to use her car when I’m in the field. In return, I mow her lawn.”
    “Sounds like a fair trade.”
     
    I was no longer in a shopping mood after Dylan left me sitting alone at Starbucks to ponder our conversation. His proposition had my head spinning.
    I called Carter and asked him to meet me at the diner for lunch.
     

Chapter 18
     
     
    Carter glared at me from across the table. “Sounds like you’ve made up your mind to help this Dylan guy.”
    “You’re not going to try and talk me out of it?” I asked.
    “Depends on what the plan is. How are you going to approach Gavin? How do you plan on getting a confession?”
    “I’ll show up at his bar and come on to him.”
    Carter chuckled but there was trepidation in his eyes. “You say it like it’s going to be easy.”
    “Why? You don’t think I can seduce him?”
    “You’re good at a lot of things, Sarah, but lying isn’t your strong suit.”
    I batted my eyelashes. “I can be convincing when I want to be. Besides, Gavin is all ego and testosterone. I’ll bet he thinks every woman wants him.”
    “So you play coy and he invites you to the house. Then what?”
    “Then I get him to relax and open up. He’ll confess to the scam because he’ll want to impress me. As long as I pretend to be impressed. I’ll be recording the conversation.”
    Carter still didn’t seem convinced. “So let’s say he divulges all his dirty little secrets. How are you going to get out of his house? He’ll be expecting some action.”
    “I’ll think of something. I have my pepper spray in case he gets aggressive.”
    Carter sighed. “Have you told Max about all this yet?”
    “I’ll tell him tonight over dinner.”
    “He won’t like it.”
    “Believe me, I know.”
    We finished our meals and I paid the bill. “So, do you have anything on Hector yet?”
    Carter glanced at his watch. “I should be hearing back from my buddy soon. He’s checking out the plates on Hector’s truck. I’ll call you as soon as I hear back from him.”
    “Thanks. Emily told me today that she’s going to make arrangements to go stay with her parents in Florida, so I’m basically done with the job. I’m still curious about a few things, however, and one of them is Dr. Knowles. He’s a liver specialist in Boston that Emily goes to. Could you look into his past and see if there’s been any malpractice claims against him? Anything fishy.”
    “Sure. You think he’s involved in her poisoning?”
    “Not really,” I said. “It’s more likely there’s been a misunderstanding. Emily might have blown things out of proportion. Linda seems to think all her medications might be making her delusional but Emily told me she stopped taking them some time ago as they were not working.”
    Carter shrugged. “I’ll do a background check on him if that’ll help.”
    “Thanks. I appreciate it.”
     

Chapter 19
     
     
    I decided to get a jump on dinner. Chicken confetti was the

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