"Aurea Pearce."

Lexy, Mikela and Corinne groaned in sympathy. No one liked Aurea, and to be saddled with her as a roommate seemed cruel.

"What do you know that you didn't want to tell them?" Lexy asked.

Janice looked down at the floor. "They asked me to verify what time Aurea and I left the room in the morning. Apparently she had told them she left at 5 am. I told them I got up at 5:30 and left around 6 and that Aurea had left before me."

"That sounds about right., I don't see the problem." Corinne said wrinkling her brows together.

Janice bit her lower lip. "Aurea made a lot of noise when she got up and it woke me. I looked at the clock when she left and it wasn't 5 am like she said...it was 3:25 am - shortly before Saunders was murdered."

"How long until you can get all these surveillance tapes looked at?" Nik perched herself on the edge of Detective Jake Ryan's desk.

"Days, boss." He shrugged up at her. "The bakers' rooms are on all different floors and not all of them are staying in the hotel. It's gonna take a long time."

Nik chewed on an already stubby thumb-nail. They had questioned all the bakers in the competition and they were proving to be a tight lipped bunch.

"It's too bad they don't have cameras right in Bakery Battles Stadium. That would make our jobs a lot easier," Nik said wistfully.

"That's for sure. Unfortunately, the contestants wouldn't hear of it. They didn't want any cameras spying on their secret recipes."

Nik nodded. "Well, you know how I love a challenge. What do we have so far?"

Jake hit a few keys on the keyboard, then swung his monitor in her direction. "We have a dead bakery contest judge - TOD about 4 am. We have a bunch of contestants who hated her - they might all have had a motive. We've been able to verify that about half of them were in their rooms at the time of death so they can be ruled out. We have reports that the judge and her husband were fighting quite loudly the day before. That's about it."

"The husband...does he have an alibi?"

Jake shook his head. "He was in their room alone at the time of the murder. He did seem upset when we first informed him of his wife's death, but when I went back to question him later, he was in the casino drinking and didn't seem upset at all. He did say they were having troubles, but to tell you the truth he was so drunk it was hard to get anything concrete out of him. I have a note to go back and question him again."

"What about Lexy Baker, the one who found the body? Saunders was strangled with her apron. Do you think she is involved?" Nik remembered the call she had put into Jack Perillo to check up on Baker. She pulled out her cell phone. No messages. Same old Jack, gets so involved in his cases he forgets to look at his messages.

"I'm not sure about her," Jake said. "She doesn't have much of a motive, even though the evidence points to her. Someone could be trying to frame her, or it could be co-incidence. Murder is pretty serious; most people don't kill someone over losing a contest...unless they have another reason."

Nik glanced at her watch. "We need to get more answers before the trail gets cold. It's too bad the contestants aren't more forthcoming with their information."

"They don't want to do anything to get the contest shut down. Maybe we should threaten them with pulling the plug on the whole thing unless they start coming forward with what they know,." Jake offered.

Nik screwed up one side of her face while she thought about it. It might work, but then again, it could also backfire on them. What they needed was a way to get them to open up...to gain some sort of an "in" with the bakers.

A sudden inspiration hit. She snapped her fingers. "I've got it!"

Jake raised his eyebrows for her to continue.

"The bakers won't talk to us, but they will talk to each other, especially Lexy Baker. What if we could get close to her and let her do the work for us?"

"What do you mean?"

"Make friends with her, maybe feed her some information. Let her get the dirt from the other bakers. I've seen her snooping around - if she's not the killer, then she might be able to lead us to whoever is."

Jake chewed the end of his pencil. "That might work, but how do we get chummy with her?"

Nik looked down at Jake. His straight white teeth worked the end of his pencil. His baby-blue eyes stared up at her from his handsome, finely chiseled face. A face that exuded honesty and trust but that was dotted with just enough stubble to give him a roguish air. What woman could resist a face like that?

"Not we, Detective Ryan - you."

Chapter Five.

Lexy leaned back against the pillows, stretching her legs out on the bed. Her hand absently patted the spot beside her where her dog, Sprinkles, would be lying if she were at home.

She missed Sprinkles. The little white poodle mix was a big part of her life but Lexy couldn't bring her to Vegas so she had left the dog with Jack.

Jack!

She cringed, realizing he'd probably heard about the murder by now. She'd have to call him and downplay her role in it.

"...out anything interesting?" Nans' question interrupted her thoughts.

"What?" She looked over at the older woman sitting at the round table in their hotel room. Her iPad sat in front of her with the crossword puzzle and pencil next to it.

The room was a decent size with two queen beds. Lexy lay on the one nearest the table. She could see into the adjoining room through the open door. She and Cassie had rented two rooms so the three of them would have lots of space. In the next room, she could hear Cassie making showering noises which reminded her that she needed to hit the shower herself to wash off the days accumulation of flour and sugar.

"I asked if you had found out anything more downstairs - you were going to talk to the other bakers." Nans raised her eyebrows at Lexy.

"Oh, right. Actually I found out something very interesting. I talked to Aurea's roommate - she said Aurea wasn't in the room at the time Judge Saunders was murdered."

Nans' eyes went wide. "That is interesting. Would she have a motive to kill Saunders?"

"Her good friend Grace Harvey is one of the replacement judges. If Grace takes Saunders's spot, she might judge Aurea's work more favorably and give her a better chance of winning. There's a lot of money at stake."

Nans tapped her lips with her pencil. "Murdering someone is a pretty drastic move to win a contest, even if the prize is $100,000 and a magazine spread. I think the killer must have had a more pressing motive."

Nans' iPad erupted in a sequence of beeps and rings making Lexy jump. "What's that?"

"Oh, its FaceTime." Nans looked down at the tablet. "Ida's calling." She slid something on the screen, then peered down into it.

Ida's voice blared out of the tiny tablet. "Good evening Mona. How are things in Vegas?"

Lexy sat up on the bed leaning forward so she could see the iPad. The wide screen was filled with a closeup of her grandmother's friend and fellow amateur detective. The angle gave her face a somewhat distorted appearance magnifying her many wrinkles. Lexy stifled a giggle.

"Who's that?"

"Lexy is here. Say hi." Nans held the iPad up toward Lexy.

"Hi, Ida." Lexy waved.

"I hear you have another murder on your hands," Ida said.

Lexy nodded. She could see the sparkle of excitement in Ida's eyes on the screen. Ida, Nans and two of their friends delighted in solving murders and mysteries. They even had a name for themselves: the Ladies Detective Club.

The four of them lived in the Brooke Ridge Retirement Center and spent their days gathering clues and solving cases. The funny thing was, they rarely even left the complex because most of their detecting was done on their iPads. They'd been instrumental in helping Lexy solve a couple of murders she had inadvertently gotten involved in and even helped out the police department on a few cases.

Some women took up knitting in their golden years; the Ladies Detective Club liked to find killers and solve mysteries.

"Ruth found something interesting about your suspect...Aurea Pearce, was it?" Ida continued.

"Yes. Put her on." Nans put the tablet back on the table.

Lexy heard a shuffling sound coming from the device. She saw the screen blur then fill with Ruth's face.

"Hi Mona and Lexy," she said. Without waiting for a return greeting, she got right down to business. "I did a background check on Aurea Pearce. It seems she has some money troubles."

"Oh, really?" Nans exchanged an eyebrow-raised look with Lexy.

"She's maxed out on credit cards to the tune of $40,000 and is behind on house payments." The older woman leaned in closer, whispering into the iPad. "My sources tell me she has a gambling problem and may have taken out some unconventional loans."

"Excellent. Good work," Nans said.

"A gambling problem? Well she's come to the right place," Lexy said sarcastically, thinking that Las Vegas was the last place a person with a gambling problem should be.

Nans laughed. "Ain't that the truth. But if she's taken out unconventional loans, she might be getting pressure to pay them back quickly. Having a big win at the tables might save her from an undesirable fate."

"Or stacking the deck in the bakery contest to ensure she wins the $100,000 grand prize," Lexy pointed out.

"True," Nans said. "We have other suspects to look into, though."

"Helen is busy checking out the husband and looking into Judge Saunders's background. I'll call you back once we have something." Ruth said.

"OK, I'll fill you in on what we've found here then too. Bye." Nans pressed a button and the screen went blank.

She turned to Lexy, a gleam of satisfaction in her eyes. "Well, I'd say we just found a more pressing reason for Aurea Pearce to want to tip the scales in favor of her winning the contest. Maybe even one that would justify murder."

"Where are you off to tonight?" Lexy eyed her friend who was dressed in black leather pants, black leather ankle boots and a black T-shirt. Her pink tipped hair spiked up on top of her head like a birds plume.

"Poker tables," Cassie said, poking an earring into her ear to keep the five already there company. "You?"

"I'm going to play the slots. It will be nice to take a break from baking, but I'm not staying out late. I still have some finishing touches to put on those wedding cakes before the judging tomorrow afternoon."

"Yep, I'll be back early too. See you later then?"

Lexy nodded, watching Cassie shrug on a leather vest, then head out the door.

Assessing herself in the mirror she decided her faded jeans, pink tank top, and pink-striped platforms were perfect for a relaxing evening at the slot machines. Her hair was still a little wet from her shower, so she piled it on top of her head in a messy swirl.

She applied a few swipes of makeup, then followed Cassie out the door.

The elevator dumped her off in the casino. Scanning the room for a good place to lose her money, she spied a bank of progressive slot machines in the corner. She started off toward them but was stopped by a vibration in her back pocket. Her cell phone.

It was Jack. Her stomach clenched. Depending on what Jack had heard about the murder, the call might not go so well.

"Hi!" She answered with forced enthusiasm.

"Hey, how's it going out there?"

He didn't sound mad. So far so good.

"Great. I'm in second place," she said proudly.

"That's awesome. I'm so proud of you!"

Lexy felt her heart soar. He was proud of her!

"I got a message from a detective I know out there. Nikki Stone. Would you know what that's about?"

Her momentary happiness at his praise turned into dread, causing her soaring heart to sink like a stone.

"There was a little murder here..." She let her voice trail off, waiting for his response.

"A little murder?"

"One of the judges."

"Let me guess, you are somehow involved in the murder."

Lexy could hear impatience creeping into his voice.

"I found the body," she squeaked.

She heard him sigh on the other end. "Are you in trouble? Do I need to call Nikki right away?"

Lexy felt her heart clench upon hearing how easily the red headed detective's name rolled off his tongue. Nikki. She wondered what kind of relationship they had once had.

"No," she answered quickly. Calling Nik Stone was the last thing she wanted him to do. "Everything is all straightened out. I don't think Detective Stone needs to talk to you anymore."

"Oh, OK. Well what happened?"

"One of the judges was murdered. I just happened to find the body. I guess someone has to be the one to find them." She tried to make it sound like no big deal, then changed the subject. "How is Sprinkles?"

"Sprinkles is fine. We're having a great time, but we both miss you. Maybe I can get some time off work and come out there?"