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seventeen—captured and held my eye. She was everything I’m always looking for.”
    Honey nodded wryly. “I should have known it was a beautiful lady. So what happened?
    He exhaled in a rush, feeling a sudden lightheadedness. “I didn’t even get to talk to her. Just as she got out the words ‘help
     me,’ two thugs who looked like leftovers from a Sicilian gang war grabbed me, started roughing me up.Tried to take away my camera. I fought like hell. Managed to get away, camera intact. Come here… I’ll show you.”
    He led Honey past the large white walls, adorned with huge blowups of some of his favorite models, and toward the fully equipped
     darkroom at the very rear of the former warehouse space that occupied an entire floor of the building. Inside the cluttered,
     narrow room he located the eight-by-ten blowups he had made of the blonde, and handed them over ceremoniously. Honey studied
     them, nodding slowly. “Yes, I see… enchanting. Charming. Very.”
    “I’ve
never
seen such a face,” he said with conviction as he stared at the Botticelli-like angel.
    “So what happened then?”
    “I ran off, hid, and followed them. The two thugs clamped onto her and walked her really fast into the Pierre Hotel. But when
     I asked the desk clerk about her, he got very nervous, uptight. Told me there was no one of that description registered and
     ordered me to leave at once, before he called the security guard.”
    Even in the dimness, he could see the spark of interest light up her eyes. “And?” she asked.
    “That’s it. Except that I watched the hotel day and night, practically—until this morning. But I never saw her again.”
    “That’s it? A beautiful blonde in the park says ‘help me,’ and you yank me all the way from California?”
    “I can’t get her out of my mind, Honey. She’s in deep trouble. I just know it.”
    “Why?” she asked coolly. “The lady of the bath’s a gem too, from all I could see. What’s another pretty face to you?”
    He struggled to find words for his feelings. “That one in the park was everything. I feel obsessed with findingher. Her life’s in danger and I’m the only one who knows. That’s exactly how I feel. That girl is depending on me, I could
     see it in her eyes. She is counting on me to help her. I can’t ignore that, I just can’t.” From the antique brass clothes
     tree he grabbed some clothes and began tugging them on. He didn’t know where he was going, he only knew the magical girl was
     out there someplace and it was up to him to find her.
    “Dirk?”
    Honey came to him, a vision of creamy skin, full curves, and burnished hair, a wistful smile gracing her lips. She stopped
     before him, locking eyes with his and putting her arms around his neck, pulling him close. She held him tightly and his heart
     raced. His chest burned from the imprint of her breasts. “Of course I’ll help you,” she murmured. “Just hold me for a moment…
     give your only family a little warm welcome, okay? Then we’ll find your mysterious blonde of the park… I promise.”

3.
HONEY
    Within the hour, Honey had checked into the Presidential Suite of the Hotel Pierre. As she tipped the bellman extravagantly
     for bringing up her bags, she showed him one of Dirk’s photos of the lovely young blonde and received a vague, noncommittal
     reply that he thought he recognized her, but he couldn’t be sure. Unconvinced that he was telling the truth, she thanked him,
     turning on her considerable charms. “By the way, who’s the manager here?”
    “Evan Bell,” the young man replied, easing toward the door. “But he’s not on duty until morning. Our assistant manager, Merit
     Harper, will be happy to be of service until then.”
    After thanking him, Honey waited until he had departed before calling the front desk and asking that the assistant manager
     be sent up in exactly a half hour. Hurriedly she unpacked and changed into an apricot-toned peignoir,discreet but