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that awful night when he had discovered himself betrayed—and when he hadn’t wanted to believe it. Tracy! Is it true?
    She lowered her lashes, set her jaw, and returned to the couch, sitting quite stiffly upon it.
    And to her horror, he came to her, lowered on one knee to take her hands in his in such a grip that she couldn’t wrench away; she could only meet his eyes. His encompassed her own.
    “Tracy, listen to me. You can’t do anything, and you can’t say anything. You should have never said anything to Jamie—”
    “He’s my brother!” she burst out passionately. “He’s the only one that I can trust in this!”
    Leif shook his head impatiently. “Tracy! This isn’t the way to go about it! Now you’ve gotten Jamie involved, and I’m willing to bet that you haven’t the faintest idea of what you’re going to do!”
    “Leif!” With a gasp she pulled away from him, retreating around the back of the sofa and facing him again from that safe distance. “Jamie needed to know!”
    He lifted a brow to her, then started down the hall and made a left. Tracy frowned, aware that he had gone into the little kitchenette. She trailed quickly after him, pausing in the doorway.
    In amazement she stared at him while he switched on the drip coffeepot and rifled through the shelves for coffee and filters.
    “What do you think you’re doing now?” she demanded irritably. “Leif—it’s close to four o’clock in the morning and you’re—”
    “Making coffee. You can help, or you can sit, because I’m not leaving until we’ve gotten this straightened out.”
    “Leif—”
    “What?” He poured the water through the coffeepot, leaned against the counter, and watched her, a dark brow arched. “What is it, Tracy? Have you got Mom and Gramps stashed away somewhere? Should I expect another concussion?”
    “No!” she retorted with a saccharine smile. “You can expect me to give you a concussion if you don’t get out of my suite!”
    “Ah, that’s right. You are legal these days, aren’t you? You’re twenty-five years old. A quarter of a century. That’s a long, long time—and yet it’s not so long at all.”
    “Leif—”
    He moved across the room quickly. To her annoyance, she let out a little gasp as his arms stretched out and his fingers splayed across the wall on either side of her head. “Your father couldn’t even find you for a year!”
    She ducked to crawl beneath his arm and escape him; he caught her chin and held it so that her eyes were locked with his.
    “Leif! My God, it’s all ancient history—”
    “Why weren’t you at the funeral?”
    “Because it was a zoo and you know it!”
    “Ah, yes, it was a zoo! But your entire cast of suspects was present. Your grandfather was there, your mother, and your stepfather. Jamie’s mother, Carol, was there, and Lauren—the second Mrs. Kuger, the grieving widow. And the surviving Limelights—Tiger, Sam, and me. And, of course, Jamie. Only Tracy was missing. Why weren’t you with your mother?”
    “Leif—let me go,” Tracy breathed. She’d never felt so threatened, his palm upon her chin, his fingers long enough to crush her face, his eyes simmering with a brooding intensity that promised a torrential storm.
    He sighed suddenly, releasing her, turning back to the shelves to find the elegant little hotel mugs.
    “Black?” he asked her.
    She was very surprised that he remembered. She nodded, and accepted the mug he handed her, gritting her teeth when she discovered his hand on her elbow, veering her quickly back to the salon, where she found herself seated at his side again.
    “Tracy, you’re going to have to accept something if you really want to catch a killer.”
    “And what’s that?”
    “You may be looking to your own family.”
    “And I may not!”
    He shook his head at her, disgusted. “Tracy, you’re being blinded! Tracy, your grandfather hated Jesse. I can still remember everything that happened when he found out about