"No," Michael said with a careful shake of her head. "I'm ne.

Sloan is downstairs with Jason already, waiting for Rebecca and the others to return. Thanks for coming. I thought..." She stopped, smiling faintly. "Is it all right that I called?"

"Perfectly," Catherine said rea.s.suringly, slipping her arm through Michael's. "There's been altogether too much violence for everyone lately. Let's go talk."

Sandy sat at the breakfast bar, her hands laced around a white porcelain mug from which steam tendriled into the air. She glanced up at the sound of Catherine and Michael's approach, but said nothing.

"h.e.l.lo," Catherine murmured as she pa.s.sed behind Sandy to take the stool on her far side. "Michael told me what happened. I'm so very sorry."

"I think it might be my fault," Sandy said in a voice so low Catherine almost couldn't hear.

"Why do you think that?" Catherine nodded her thanks to Michael, who set a matching mug in front of her. The smell of jasmine and oranges drifted to her on a plume of steam.

"Someone probably got suspicious after the bust last week, and Trudy is the one who brought me there. Whenever the cops show up, they always blame us."

Catherine thought of the fact that both her lover and Sandy's were cops. At the moment, however, Sandy was viewing everyone in law enforcement as being on the opposite side of whatever divide * 208 *

Justice Served had existed in her life, and her allegiance to the other young women who shared her desperate struggle was clear. "Do you think there's a possibility that Trudy's death could be unrelated to what happened at the lm studio?"

Sandy shrugged and pushed her mug back and forth in a slow semicircle on the gleaming granite countertop. "I suppose. There are always plenty of people who might want to make a point by coming down on one of us. Pimps, dealers, johns. You name it." She made a deprecating sound. "And nothing makes a statement quite like a body."

"What about Trudy?" Catherine might not have questioned Sandy, except for the fact that the girl appeared to be ready to shoulder so much of the blame for Trudy's death. Even without knowing all the circ.u.mstances, Catherine doubted it could be as simple as that. And she cared for both Sandy and Mitch.e.l.l too much to let Sandy accept the burden of guilt all by herself. She tried not to think about the fact that her own lover was very likely going through the same agony of self-recrimination at that moment. "Was she in trouble with anyone that you know of?"

"I don't know. Maybe. She was weird about something."

"I can imagine how it must feel to you right now," Catherine said gently, patting Sandy brie y on the back. "But try to remember that the guilty person here is the depraved individual who killed her. No one else."

Sandy angled her body slightly and nally met Catherine's eyes.

"Frye will make them pay."

"Yes, she will," Catherine said with certainty. "She'll see that justice is done."

v "Let's go over it again," Rebecca prompted gently.

The entire team was seated around the conference table, everyone in their usual seats, except this time, Catherine and Sandy joined them as well. Mitch.e.l.l, at Rebecca's direction, moved to the far end of the table, out of Sandy's line of vision. Mitch.e.l.l had hesitated only a second before tossing Sandy an encouraging smile and changing chairs.

Catherine sat beside Sandy, a comforting presence.

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RADCLY fFE Sandy drew a breath and repeated what she had already said numerous times. "We met at Chen's a little after two. We'd just gotten our food when Trudy started acting... dgety, like something was wrong. I asked her, but she just said 'nothing.'"

"What did you tell her was the reason you were meeting?" Rebecca asked.

"I didn't have a chance to tell her anything. We set up the meeting through the phone tree, so I could only leave her a vague message. I didn't know who else might get it before it got to her. I said I wanted to talk to her about the extra work." She shrugged. "I gured she'd know I was talking about the p.o.r.n shoot, because that's the only thing we ever did together."

"Did she say if she told anyone about the meeting?" Watts inquired.

"No, and I don't think she would. She's been pretty careful about keeping her location quiet-that's why we were using the message tree.

She was freaked by what happened."

"And you didn't see anything unusual in the restaurant?"

"It was crowded. At that time of night, down there, there's always a lot of weirdos around. I didn't notice anyone who was more creepy than usual."

"So maybe," Watts said, turning his attention to Rebecca, "Trudy recognized the guy from somewhere else. From one of the video shoots or maybe the clubs where she danced."

"That might explain why she wanted to leave so quickly, and also why he followed her and not Sandy," Rebecca agreed.

"Trudy was the target," Mitch.e.l.l said quietly.

Rebecca nodded. "I'd say so."

"Then why not take her out on the way to the restaurant before anyone had a chance to see him? Why risk someone remembering his face?" Sloan put out to the group at large.

"Because maybe," Watts offered, "he wanted to see who she was meeting."

Sandy stiffened and Mitch.e.l.l cursed.

"That's possible," Rebecca said quietly. "It's also possible that this was the rst time she'd come out of hiding since the raid last weekend, and he was nally able to pick her up. It might have been coincidence that she was with Sandy."

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Justice Served Watts grunted. Every cop in the room knew that there were no coincidences.

"So the question is," Rebecca continued, "what did Trudy know that was important enough to get her killed?" She stood abruptly and looked around the table at each person. "We're missing the key, and we've been missing it since the beginning. What did Trudy know that someone was afraid she would tell us? Sandy?"

Frowning in concentration, Sandy stared at the tabletop, her words coming slowly. "Well, she knew about the s.e.x shoots, but she already told us that."

"She knew the guy who set up the shoots," Mitch.e.l.l offered.

Rebecca shook her head. "No good. The feds have him in custody, and the p.o.r.n ring is already compromised. There wouldn't be any point to eliminating her now if that's all she knew."

"Payback," Sandy said atly.

Rebecca's expression didn't change. "Maybe. What else?"

"She knew the location of the lm studio," Watts noted. For a moment he looked pleased, and then his grin faded. "Except it's the same deal. We already know that too."

"All right," Rebecca said. "Let's look at what we know- everything revolves around Trudy and those lms. If it's not who, and it's not where, then what else is there?"

The room was silent until Catherine said quietly, "When?"

Rebecca narrowed her eyes. Watts hummed under his breath.

Mitch.e.l.l shifted forward in her seat. Both Jason and Sloan reached for pads of paper and began jotting notes.

"Let's a.s.sume that's it," Rebecca eventually said. "Let's say when the p.o.r.n lms were made is important. We know that Trudy got other girls to do some of them." She focused on Sandy again. "What did she say about those times?"

"She said...she said sometimes the regular girls couldn't do them, and then this guy would ask around for some of us."

"'Us' meaning prost.i.tutes?"

Sandy's chin came up. "Yes."

"And who exactly are the regular girls?"

"I'm not really sure," Sandy said. "There've been a lot of new girls in places like Ziggie's in the last year or so. Dancers. Prost.i.tutes.

Both."

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RADCLY fFE "All right. Let's put that aside for the moment and just say that the regular girls were busy. Busy doing what?" Rebecca made an impatient sound when no one answered. "Come on, people. Give me something here." She'd just spent the last two hours looking at the brutalized body of a dead girl, a dead girl she'd help to put in that alley, and for a few minutes, she'd thought it had been Sandy. The shock of that had rocked her, and the frustration and pain had her strung tight as piano wire.

"s.e.x party?" Watts suggested.

"Could be. I wouldn't think anyone would worry about hiding that information, unless there were high-pro le clients. Judges. DAs.

Cops."

"We haven't found anything suggestive of that in Beecher's records," Jason interjected. "And it seems that that would be the kind of thing he'd be into. Nothing in his calendar stands out."

"Keep looking," Rebecca instructed. "Some kind of drug transfer, perhaps. Maybe the girls were muling and weren't available to do the videos those particular nights." She made a note in her small black notepad. "Sloan? Can you run a computer check on the narcotics busts for the last twelve months-cross-reference with organized crime, prost.i.tution, anything that might tie this together."

"On it."

"Jason," Rebecca continued, suddenly energized. "Comb through Beecher's computer and the computers con scated during the raid.

Find out the dates of all the live video broadcasts. Let's look for some kind of pattern there." Then she focused on Sandy. "What exactly did Trudy say about the nights that she lled in for the video shoots?"

"Just what I said earlier," Sandy said, weariness and stress edging her voice with impatience. "Every few months, is what she told me. I didn't ask for dates."

"I need speci c dates."

"I'll ask arou-"

"No," Mitch.e.l.l said forcefully. "Whoever shot Trudy saw you with her. You've been made. It's not safe."

"I'll be careful."

This time, it was Rebecca who spoke. "No. Mitch.e.l.l's right. I want you off the streets."

"Wait a minute," Sandy protested. "You can't-"

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Justice Served the con scated computers, at least all the ones that were downloaded and saved. And these guys save everything. Sandy can screen them for me. She ought to be able to tell the ones that have street girls in them."

"Perfect," Rebecca said with satisfaction. "In the meantime, I want Mitch back in Ziggie's tonight. Watts, you and I will be backup."

Watts snorted. "Great. I get to watch the door again while he gets the T&A."

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE.

Sat.u.r.day Afternoon How are you holding up, Detective?" Catherine asked as Mitch.e.l.l slumped into the chair opposite her desk with a sigh.

"Not bad." Mitch.e.l.l resisted the strong urge to lean her head back and close her eyes. She'd slept very little the night before, especially after awakening at three and realizing that Sandy had not returned to the apartment. She'd paced until daybreak, when she'd nally given in and called Rebecca for help.

Catherine regarded her with a compa.s.sionate smile. "Sure?"

"I'll make it. I need to be sure that all my paperwork is in order."

"It is Sat.u.r.day, and-"

Uncharacteristically, Mitch.e.l.l interrupted. "I know, but the lieutenant is a stickler about these kinds of..." She trailed off, casting Catherine an apologetic look.

"And?" Catherine prodded with the barest of smiles.

"And as long as I tell her I'm cleared for duty, she won't care about getting the forms led."

"This is so you can work tonight? The surveillance Lieutenant Frye was talking about this morning?"

"Yes," Mitch.e.l.l said, her voice gaining strength as she sat up straighter. "I'm ready."

"You've had a rather momentous few days."

Mitch.e.l.l huffed out a laugh. "Yeah. Actually, it's been a really momentous week. I get stabbed, my sister shows up unexpectedly after two years, and then I nd a body I think is my girlfriend."

"And despite all of that, you want to undertake this a.s.signment tonight?"

"Of course." Mitch.e.l.l looked confused. "This is it. This is when it * 215 *

RADCLY fFE all starts coming together, and after this morning..." Her voice caught unexpectedly, and she blinked in surprise.