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spied the tight look marring her ex-husband’s always handsome face. He might be able to hide his emotions from an entire courtroom, she thought as he wound his way through the noisy room, but she’d known him too long not to see the irritation bristling from him. The hard-pressed man was one of his best looks, and Kit knew then that he’d only come in case she needed council. The go-to attorney. Another favorite.
    Kit chided herself, feeling stupid as Paul neared. But they’d once shared a life and a bed, and Kit needed someone around her who’d known both her and Nic well. Yet as soon as Paul perched on the plastic chair next to her, her loneliness doubled.
    And it made her wonder. If he’d been the one she’d never see again after tonight, would there be anything left behind to miss?
    The shame accompanying that silent question settled next to the guilt already at home in her gut.
    Nic was dead.
    “What the hell happened, Katherine?”
    “Don’t interrogate me, Paul.”
    “Hey, I left a Caleb Chambers fund-raiser for this,” he said, which explained his tuxedo, the over-styled hair, and the hint of scotch lacing his breath. No, Kit thought, catching two underage girls whispering from behind cupped palms as they stared at Paul. She wouldn’t have missed him at all.
    “At three thirty in the morning?”
    “VIPs and generous donors to his various charities are often invited to his house for a private party after the gala.”
    Of course they were. And Kit didn’t have to ask which group Paul belonged to. He was always trying to buy his way into something. “Well, while you were brown-nosing the don of the social scene, someone murdered Nic. She’s dead, Paul.” She blinked. “ I could be dead.”
    His brows knit, and he reached for her hand after a brief hesitation. He really was a handsome man, Kit thought, automatically pulling away. His golden hair glinted even under the station’s harsh fluorescent bulbs, and his eyes were the color of spring moss. But they were unable to hold a gaze, which meant unable to hold a promise. The girls across from them didn’t seem to notice. Nothing but experience could teach them that anyway.
    “Let me guess,” Paul said, oblivious to the teens, to Kit’s fractured heart, to everything but being right. “You came up with some harebrained idea and Nicole ran with it.”
    Kit looked away, jaw clenched. Paul knew them, that was for sure. Nic had run with it like she always did—blindly, blithely, madly. Like the idea was chasing her instead of the other way around. But this time it’d chased her into the grave.
    Kit covered her mouth with a fist to hold back a cry.
    “Dennis said you guys snuck into an illegal brothel.”
    Her head shot up. “You already spoke to Dennis?”
    “I need all the facts if I’m going to represent you.”
    “I don’t need representation, ” she spat, twisting the word. “My best friend was murdered while I waited only yards away! Those are the facts!”
    “Please lower your voice.”
    “Right,” she said bitterly. “Paul Raggio’s first rule of decency and decorum. Don’t make a scene.” Don’t make a mess. Don’t make a real effort when phoning in an emotion would do.
    Yet he surprised her by putting a hand on her knee. “I’m trying to help.”
    Kit sat back and tried to steady her breathing. When she thought her voice would hold, she looked up. “It wasn’t just an illegal brothel. It was a movable operation. Truckers let each other know about it online.”
    Hearing the explanation aloud didn’t make it sound any better. Paul’s answering silence made it significantly worse.
    “Look, Katherine—” he finally said.
    “Kit.”
    Paul gave her his courtroom look, the one solely responsible for her falling out of love with him. “Truckers tweeting about their roadside lays is tawdry, but hardly breaking news, and if I know you, you were going after a bigger fish. What was it?”
    “It” was a Pulitzer. At least,