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the second violin section. They’d been playing Rossini’s William Tell Overture. The beginning of the piece, Hedding purposely dragging the tempo, milking the cello solo—his solo, of course. Then Hedding had stopped the orchestra. Apparently, someone had been making loud snoring noises in the background.
    Lack of sleep, Miss McLaughlin, or do you have a problem with the tempo ?
    Lots of giggling now…at least, two or three girls.
    No, sir. Sorry, sir .
    The voice had been sultry. He had craned his neck, but hadn’t been able to make out the person.
    Perhaps you’d like to come up and conduct the piece at a tempo more to your liking .
    By then the entire orchestra had gotten into the act. Egging her on. Red-faced, she stood up. But she did it. Conducted the entire piece. Did a pretty good job of it, too.
    All he had remembered was his heart pounding out of his chest. Good thing he was such a natural, because he hadn’t known what he’d been playing. His mind racing, his thoughts a jumbled mess.
    Where the fuck had she been hiding ?
    So mind-boggling gorgeous, and best of all, she didn’t even know it.
    Immediately, he started sending her “the vibes.” But they hadn’t worked and he figured out why. She was a good girl. Well, that wasn’t so bad. Because he knew all about good girls. They weren’t hard to catch, but you had to do it indirectly. Then she walked by one day, and Bull made some lech comment. They had all laughed about it. Bull also mentioned that she’d been his tutor.
    The opening he’d been waiting for.
    But it wasn’t working out as planned. She was supposed to be a blow and go. Instead, something got messed up in his head.
    He closed his eyes, allowing his brain to flash up her image. He studied the purity of her oval face, the arch of her cheekbones, the liquid in her exotic, amber eyes, the sweep of her long, auburn hair.
    Though he tried to fight it, he knew he was going under.
    He was falling in love.
    His groin ached. He realized he was rock hard.
    So that’s why he had wanted to drink. He had wanted to suppress his arousal. God, he wanted her.
    But that was out of the question.
    He grabbed his rubbers, a handful of old neckties, and headed for the streets.

Chapter 6
    Rina realized the bed was empty. Not an infrequent occurrence of late. Ever since Peter had returned home from New York, he’d been hit with bouts of insomnia. The nightstand clock read two A.M. Stomach still awash in sleep-laden nausea, Rina rose slowly from the bed, donned her robe, and slipped her feet into mules. Moving slowly through the darkened house, she found Peter seated at the kitchen table, fingers running through his mop of red hair, his shoulders hunched over the Formica top.
    “What are you doing?”
    Startled, Decker pivoted around to face her. “I didn’t hear you get up.”
    She sat next to him. Immediately, Decker began stacking papers in front of him. Once they were piled up, he covered them with his elbows, hiding them from Rina’s eyes as if she were trying to cheat off him.
    “Peter, what are you doing ?”
    “Just going over loose ends.”
    “What loose ends?”
    “Just business stuff. Not important.” He scooped up the papers and stood. “Come on. We’ll both go back to bed.”
    Rina pointed to his chair. Decker sat back down. “Tell me the truth. Are you working on the shopping-bag rapist?”
    Decker didn’t answer.
    “Peter, just what do you hope to accomplish from three thousand miles away?”
    “So what should I do? Sit by while this asshole picks off women? He got another one—”
    “I’m aware of that—”
    “Rina, I sat with my daughter and her friends for two friggin days. Hearing them cry…they may be women on the outside but inside they’re frightened little children . I spoke to Cindy this afternoon. This time, she wants to come home.”
    “So she’s coming home?”
    “I told her no.” Decker began to pace. “I told her, give it a little more time. Because if