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Mercer.”
    â€œYou don’t think Catherine will talk to me about it?”
    I was beginning to sound paranoid now, which was bound to make all my buddies take note. There didn’t seem to be a PTSD symptom that was passing me by.
    â€œOf course she’ll talk to you, Alex. It’s just that you’re going to see the guys in a few minutes,” Vickee said. “What other ideas have you had?”
    I didn’t answer. I took a slug of my wine, looking around for Stephane to fill my glass before Mike arrived.
    â€œWhat? You don’t trust me anymore?” Vickee said, rubbing my back.
    â€œYou don’t seem to think my Met suggestion is the way to go. I mean, I know very few supermodels ever have big breasts,” I said. “Kind of ridiculous this woman wanted to enhance them at this point.”
    â€œKate Upton,” Vickee said. “She’s got a chest, Alex.”
    â€œBut she was discovered when she was sixteen.”
    â€œMaybe the girl wanted to be like Tyra Banks. Huge ones.”
    â€œBut Tyra was even younger,” I said, nodding at the bartender, who had taken his place opposite us in time for the evening crowd.“Fifteen when she was picked up to hit the runway and the cover of
Vogue.
”
    â€œWhatever your point is, Alex, I don’t think the current wisdom in the department is that Tanya Root is a supermodel, by any stretch.”
    â€œI get what you’re saying. But if the guys have no way to jumpstart this, they might at least talk to people in the fashion community,” I said. “Or do you already know something that Mike didn’t tell me?”
    â€œDon’t be silly, Alex,” Vickee said. “I have no idea what the guys found out today. I’m just talking common sense. The woman’s age, the surgery to increase her breast size, the fact that if a top model has gone missing there’d be someone—an agency head, a boyfriend, a designer—someone to blow the whistle on her disappearance.”
    I didn’t have anything else to offer about Tanya Root. I knew that before I opened my mouth. But I didn’t like the feeling of being out of the game. Mike, Mercer, and I had worked scores of these cases as a team, feeding ideas off one another’s insights and experience.
    â€œKeep an eye on my glass,” I said, smiling at the bartender. “If you see me getting low, just add some more and put it on my house tab.”
    I could go a lot longer on wine for an evening than I could on whisky.
    â€œSure thing, Ms. Cooper.”
    â€œLogan would love you to come for an overnight at our place,” Vickee said, changing the subject entirely. “You could spend a few days with us. Readjust to city life.”
    â€œI’m dying to see him,” I said. “Maybe after I get settled in back at home.”
    I saw Mercer coming to join us while Vickee was doing herbest to offer me another safe haven. He was much taller than Mike—almost six-foot-six—and had his arms spread wide to embrace me.
    â€œYou look a hell of a lot better, Alexandra, than the last time I saw you,” Mercer said.
    â€œThat’s a good thing,” I said. “My psych-ward pallor was off-putting to everyone.”
    â€œIt wasn’t a psych ward. It—”
    â€œMight as well have been,” I said. “Everybody poking and prodding me like I was an alien creature, just set down on Earth for a short visit.”
    Mike followed Mercer into the small wood-paneled room and stepped behind me, planting a kiss on my neck.
    â€œGot that one right, Coop,” he said. “
Klaatu barada nikto
.”
    Mike was quoting from his favorite movie about aliens:
The Day the Earth Stood Still.
I had watched the original and the remake with him more times than I could count.
    â€œCoop believes she was saucered in from another planet to save all the Earthlings, just like Gort,” he said to Vickee.