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next week.” Ethan snagged a chip from Jerry’s plate.
“That shouldn’t be too difficult, considering the city is rolling out the red carpet for our investigation. I’m sure Nate is already working on it.” Jerry slid a sideways look at Ethan, imagining how he would look in a tux. She couldn’t wait. “Is there anyone in particular that I should make friends with in the yoga class? Nate’s text was pretty generic.”
“I’m not sure. Rodney may have more info. He’s with the local office and will be your driver this afternoon.” Dylan picked up his empty plate and headed for the kitchen. Keep your phone handy, I’ll let you know if the doorman knows anything.” Turning to face Ethan, Dylan continued. “Why don’t you hang here, get some shut-eye. You look like you could use it.”
“Thanks, I think I will.” Ethan took Dylan’s comment in stride and didn’t rise to the bait. “Let me know if you find out anything.”
 
Within minutes of Dylan and Jerry leaving the condo, Ethan crashed on top of the bed. Dreams of a certain caramel-haired beauty peppered his sleep until the insistent buzzing of his phone broke through.
“Yeah.” He muttered into the phone.
“Sorry to disturb your beauty sleep, Barnes, but I thought you’d want to hear this.” Dylan’s voice boomed through the phone, jarring Ethan awake. Glancing at the clock, he realized that he’d only been sleeping an hour.
“What’ve you got?” He asked.
“The doorman remembers a man in a red Maserati Gran Turismo convertible picking Jenna up a few times last week. He never saw his face, but the car was unforgettable. Brand new, custom rims with black interior.”
“That should narrow down the suspect pool. How many red Maserati convertibles could there be in this city?”
“You’d be surprised, but we’re on it. Question is, is our guy stupid enough to keep driving that car after Jenna’s body was found? I doubt it.”
“Casanova is definitely not stupid. Still, it’s a good lead.”
“It could be. Go back to sleep.” Dylan disconnected.
 
“That was intense.” Jerry struck up a conversation with the twenty something buxom blond standing next to her at the athletic club’s juice bar. The woman had managed the routine seamlessly; Jerry was a little envious of her flexibility.
“Always is, Sinjen really knows his stuff.” The blonde smiled and struck a pose, one elbow on the bar.
“You were great. With your moves, you could be teaching the class.” Jerry assumed that flattery would ingratiate her into the woman’s world.
“Thanks. I’m here nearly every day; I should be good at it by now.” The blonde’s smile deepened, becoming more genuine. “I haven’t noticed you here before.”
“It’s my first time. I’m Jerry.” Jerry briefly wondered about the protocol for meeting after a yoga class; should she extend her hand? She opted for a relaxed pose, as both hands were filled.
“I’m Kim, nice to meet you.” Kim motioned to a nearby table. “Care to sit? I’m always so relaxed after class, standing is a chore.”
“Sure, thanks.” Jerry followed her to the small table. “I’m afraid I’ll be paying for the class tomorrow; it’s been awhile since I’ve stretched my body that way.” She laughed.
“Yeah, you’ll be paying for it.” Kim laughed. “Are you new in town, or just new to the club?”
“New in town. My friend has business in the area so we’ll be here for at least six months. I couldn’t just shop or sit home all day, you know? So I joined the club.” Jerry slid easily into the role. “I mean, a girl’s gotta stay in shape, right?” She winked and hoped it looked natural.
“Definitely. I see my body as one of my biggest assets.” Kim sat up a little straighter. “Charlie, my friend , sees it that way too.” Kim laughed as she emphasized the word ‘friend.’
“I can see why. It definitely pays to stay in shape.” Jerry laughed and tossed her hair back.
“I’ll say. You seem to