know."
"There was never any knife." Burke stared at the fingers of his left hand as he drummed them on the table. "We were making out, feeling each other up, when she suddenly freaked out and stabbed me with her sewing scissors. Then we started fighting over them."
More lies. Skye's injuries weren't consistent with the kind of puncture wounds she would've obtained had he used her scissors against her. There'd been a knife.
"All I did wrong was go home with her," he said. "And I've been through more than enough to pay for that. What man has never been tempted to stray?"
"Why'd you pick her?" David asked.
"She wanted me to pick her."
"You're dreaming again."
Burke shrugged. "You weren't there that night. You didn't see the way she smiled at me, the way she went for my zipper."
David arranged his features in a calm mask. Burke was on a fishing trip, trying to provoke him and, as much as David's heart pounded at the images Burke created, he refused to give him the upper hand. "You're quite a ladies' man, Oliver."
"A guy knows when a woman's coming on to him, especially when she wants him that bad."
"Didn't you ever think about your wife, your daughter, when you were planning your attacks on innocent women?"
"I didn't attack anyone. But if I was the type, I can't imagine I'd be thinking of my wife. What do you imagine when you look at a nude woman in Playboy?" He'd asked as if he sincerely wanted to know, but it was a rhetorical question he answered himself. "You dream of getting it on with someone like that, don't you? And let's be honest, Skye's as hot as any centerfold."
When David didn't respond, Oliver finally seemed to grow self-25
conscious. "Don't you agree?"
"Quit trying to play me."
Burke leaned forward, eyes gleaming. "I saw how you looked at her in that courtroom."
David twisted his mouth into a cocky smirk. He could act as well as this asshole. "That's the best you can do?"
With a sniff, Burke lost the smile and moved the phone to his other ear. "I know you want her. Any man would want to ride her."
"Like you wanted to?"
"Sure," he said flippantly. "Why else would I have gone home with her?"
"She doesn't remember ever seeing you before you broke in."
"She remembers."
"No, she doesn't. If anything, she tossed you a polite, vacant smile and continued on her way." That type of interaction happened between total strangers all the time. It had no meaning. Except to Oliver.
"That's what she says now."
"Where was it?" David persisted. "The grocery store? The movies?
Driving along on the highway? Or did you see her while you were out biking? Is that how you picked your victims?"
Burke slowly rocked back. "I've tried to be nice to you, but it doesn't make any difference. You still badger me regardless."
"You and I are not friends," David pointed out. "We will never be friends. Just answer the question."
"I already did. In court." He'd claimed he found her pulled over on the side of the road, lost and in need of directions. He'd said she invited him to her house.
Which was total bullshit, of course.
"Why not repeat the lies now?" David said. "Afraid you'll get tangled up in them?"
"Maybe if you didn't get a hard-on every time you think of Skye, you'd be able to see that I got the worst of the encounter. I lost a lot of blood that night. I lost my dental practice, my house and most of my belongings.
My family was publicly humiliated. And I've spent the last three years living in a four-by-ten cage, sleeping on a steel bed with a two-inch mattress.
When I get to go outside, I spend my time ambling around a crowded cement yard between a cinder-block wall and a scaffold filled with guards holding rifles. And you know what I do? I count the holes made by the bullets that've been fired into the yard while trying to avoid any altercation that'll start the bullets raining down again." He folded his arms. "It's not safe 26
in here."
David laughed. "That's a bit dramatic even for you. They use rubber