Eeny Meany Miny Die (Cat Sinclair Mysteries) by Carolyn Scott Page B

them pens. They wrote and handed the papers back.
    Scarface opened the door and the Play Group members filed out. I lifted my brows in question.
    "She's going to be released!" Jenny said with a wobbly smile.
    "For now," Taylor added.
    Jenny hugged me. "Cat will find out who really killed that bastard, and then she'll be free forever."
    Scarface watched me, an amused gleam in his eye.
    "Come on, let's go tell the crew," Corey said, taking Jenny's hand affectionately.
    Jenny arched her brows at me. "You coming, Cat?"
    "No," Scarface answered. "She's busy."
    The Play Group members left, and Scarface led me into his Captain's office and shut the door. "Got yourself a nice meaty case there," he said, sitting on the edge of the desk. "Does Will know?"
    "Of course."
    "Shall we make a wager?" he asked.
    "On what?"
    "On who'll find Frank's killer first. You or me."
    "So you don't think it was Angel?"
    "I didn't say that."
    I narrowed my gaze at him. "Is this a trick? Do you already know she did it and you're just trying to get me to take a losing bet? Releasing her is a bit risky just to win, isn't it?"
    His lips twitched. "I like taking risks, but that's not why I released her. Let's see, what'll the stakes be. How about, if I win, you go on a date with me. If you win, I go on a date with you."
    "Nice try, Scarface. I can't date you, I'm with Will."
    "This case could go on for a few more weeks."
    Meaning he didn't think Will and I would still be together then. We were wandering down a path I didn't want to take, so I avoided the subject. "Why did you release Angel?"
    "We have our reasons."
    "So…you doubt she did it?"
    "Look at her. She's like a fairy."
    "She could be a killer fairy." He just lifted one shoulder. "This isn't like you, Scarface. I thought you looked past appearances and judged people based on the evidence. I didn't think you'd be taken in by a cute body and a pretty face."
    He gave me that goddamn teasing smile again, the one that made me feel guilty for just being alone with him. His gaze traveled from my eyes to my mouth, then down my entire body, lingering on places that burned hot from his gaze alone. "I wouldn't call you cute, Kitten. Sexy maybe."
    Damn it, I blushed. I couldn't help it. I may not want to take the flirting further with Scarface, but it sure felt good.
    He chuckled. Bastard.
    "So what do you know?" I asked, determined to get the conversation back on track before I lost my train of thought completely.
    "All sorts of things."
    "Come on, give me something to work with here."
    "Want to win the bet, huh?"
    "We don't have a bet!"
    He grinned. "I can tell you what Angel herself has been told, but that's all. Her fingerprints are all over the room."
    "She was staying in it! Of course they'd be there."
    "There were only hers, Karvea's, and the staff’s."
    "Maybe the killer wore gloves. Anything else?"
    "There was no sign of forced entry and she had a key card. It wasn't reported missing."
    "The staff also have access."
    He gave a single nod. "It was well known that she hated her husband. They argued in public and she had several affairs."
    "Several? You mean it wasn't just Corey?"
    "Many others, going back four years to when they married."
    "You found all this out since his death?"
    That Cheshire Cat smile again. "You're not the only one with contacts in L.A."
    I sat on the chair and digested what he'd told me. It wasn't looking good for Angel. She wasn't the angel her colleagues thought she was. On the other hand, it wasn't proof that she did it either. "Does Corey know about the others?"
    He shrugged. "You should ask him."
    "Do you really think she was with him the night of the murder?"
    "It's possible. I don't believe your friend saw her leave, though."
    Neither did I, but it felt traitorous to admit it. I was relieved that he was already suspicious of Jenny's statement, however. It meant I didn't have to air my own doubts. "So that's all you've got?" I asked. "No murder weapon?"
    "We're still