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photo showed the wedding planner in tight jeans and a fitted silk shirt. His hair was blond and spiked.
Caught him helping with a flower delivery
, the message read.
What do you think?
    Kate called Gunter. “It’s him,” she said. She was almost 85 percent sure. “How quickly can you assemble a strike team and get them on scene?”
    “Forty-five minutes to an hour. Assembling the team isn’t the problem. The problem is disrupting a wedding on private property without cause and without appropriate authorization.”
    “Understood. I’m in Chicago. I just arrived. I’ll go in alone, and I’ll be discreet. All your men have to do is seal the building from the outside. How far is the DoubleTree from the Windsong?”
    “Not far. It’s a short walk.”
    “I’ll meet you at the Windsong.”
    Kate jammed her vest and her windbreaker into a tote bag, shoved a couple extra ammo clips in, and grabbed a bag of chips from the minibar. She ducked into the bathroom and checked herself out. No mustard on her shirt from the ham and cheese sandwich she’d had for lunch. No sandwich bits stuck between her teeth. Her hair was no messier than usual. She swiped on some lip gloss and decided this was as good as she was going to get under the circumstances. Heck, it was pretty much as good as she got under
any
circumstances.
    She reached the Windsong ahead of the team and hung in the lobby, watching guests arrive. The concierge gave her the fish eye, so she moved outside. While she waited, she called Jessup.
    “I’m in Chicago,” she said. “I’m visiting an old college friend, and I happened to run into Gunter, who happened to get a photo of the wedding planner. And I’m almost eighty-seven percent sure it’s Fox.”
    “Eighty-seven percent?”
    “Maybe it could go as high as ninety-two percent.”
    There was a vague noise on the other end of the line.
    “Was that a groan, sir?” she asked. “Are you okay?”
    “You’re killing me.”
    “Just doing my job.”
    “And you’re calling me
why
?”
    “I was sort of thinking of inviting myself to the wedding. It’s tonight, and I’ve got a strike team assembled.”
    “O’Hare, you can’t just barge in on Milton Royce’s wedding. Do you have cause?”
    “He has a large collection of golden idols.”
    “I don’t care if he has a large
dick
collection. You need a good reason to enter. For that matter you have at least eight percent doubt that it’s Fox.”
    “My plan is to sneak in and see for myself before I call the team in. I’ll be discreet.”
    “You’re lots of things,” Jessup said. “Discreet isn’t one of them. I need permission for this. Hang tight while I make a phone call.”
    Kate disconnected and looked at her watch. She saw a van parking in a red zone at the end of the block and walked toward it. Gunter got out of the van and met her halfway.
    “We’re in a slowdown while we get permission,” Kate said.

    Caroline was wearing a tiny white lace thong, diamond drop earrings, and white satin kitten heels. The kitten heels were a concession to Milton so she wouldn’t tower over him on their special day. She was in her dressing room with Nick, her arms outstretched, waiting for him to help her wriggle into her gown. Wedding guests were congregating on the other side of the oversizemahogany double doors that opened onto the master suite. Music and conversation drifted through the doors. Nick looked at Caroline and wondered how he was going to get her into the gown. He was very good at getting women
out
of their clothes but had little to no practice getting the clothes back on them.
    “Be careful not to mess my hair,” Caroline said. “It took
forever
for Maurice to get it to look like this.”
    Nick thought Maurice should have taken less time. Caroline looked like she was wearing the wedding cake on her head. Maurice had piled up the huge mass of platinum blond hair and decorated it with pink flowers and sparkle dust.
    “We’ll go up from the