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grunted.
    “Lots of little things,” she said. “First, when I got back to the States, I found out that someone had rifled through both my apartment and my office. Several of my files were gone, including the Bob Copeland file. My computers were all stolen too. So I found it strange that I suddenly didn’t have any evidence at all of the Bob Copeland assignment.”
    “That is strange,” London said.
    “You bet it is,” Venta said. “Here’s something else that’s strange. I tried to track Copeland down to see if I could shake him up into admitting he had been part of a conspiracy. It turns out that he totally disappeared without a trace.”
    “He did?”
    “He did,” Venta said. “There’s one more important fact. I got in touch with my phone company and talked them into getting some information for me. It turns out that all the calls to me, from the person who said he was representing a law firm, came from a payphone in the lobby of a building here in Denver. A law firm by the name of Vesper & Bennett has its offices in that building.”
    Vesper & Bennett.
    “That’s the biggest firm in Denver,” London said.
    Venta nodded.
    “The world, actually.”
    “Huh?”
    “I’ve done a lot of research on them,” Venta said. “They have offices all over the world. Three are here in the United States—namely New York, Denver and San Francisco. But they also have offices in London, Paris, Prague, Tokyo and Hong Kong to name a few. Here’s the important thing—their website says they’ll be opening a Bangkok office within the next year, which means they’re over there now putting it together.”
    “Bangkok, huh?”
    “Right.”
    “Interesting.”
    “Isn’t it?” Venta pushed hair out of her face. “There are other law firms in that building, lots of them in fact. But Vesper & Bennett is the only one that has any kind of connection to Bangkok, at least that I can find.”
    London picked up a twig and snapped it.
    Venta let it steal her attention for a moment and then refocused. “Anyway,” she said, “this whole discussion started when I asked you if I could ask you a question, and you said yes. So here’s my question. Are you ready?”
    London nodded.
    “If my theory is correct and someone from Vesper & Bennett hired me to go Bangkok so I would be abducted into sexual slavery, would I have a lawsuit against the law firm?”
    “I can’t imagine how you wouldn’t,” London said.
    “Okay then,” Venta said. “Do you want to be my lawyer?”

    9
    Day Two—June 12
    Tuesday Morning
     
    TEFFINGER SPENT THE MORNING alone at Alan English’s house going through the victim’s phone bills, daily calendar, drawers, and whatever else he could find—looking for the name of someone who hated the man enough to stab him in the back seven times. It turned out that English had a pretty nice sound system, so Teffinger brought one of his Beatles CDs from the Tundra and let it spin while he worked.
    He found nothing out of the ordinary, which surprised him.
    Usually hate that strong leaves a lot of footprints; dinosaur-sized.
    Maybe they were here but Teffinger couldn’t see them because half his brain cells were focused on Venta. Women had always come easy to him. In fact, according to the FBI profiler Dr. Leanne Sanders, that was Teffinger’s downfall and the main reason he was still single at thirty-four. So it didn’t require a quantum leap in logic to believe that Venta actually did see him on TV and decided to find a way to meet him.
    On the other hand Teffinger had to agree with Sydney that it would be unusual, especially for someone as exotic as Venta.
    One thing he did know is that he needed to see her again, as soon as possible, and get an answer. If their foundation wasn’t solid, then he needed to know that before he got too wrapped up in her to care.
    Damn.
    Nothing was ever easy.
    And who was he trying to kid?
    He was already wrapped up in her too much to care.
    “Love Me Do” came from