Sure, sure, she said. Im calling about Eden Ross. Shes been spotted over at the Sandpiper Motel. As far as we can tell, she called in a report of a car theft in progress in order to slip away from some tabloid press. We sent Delaney and Wilson over there and theyre holding the reporters. I figured if youd like to talk to them, Ill have them brought to the station.
Wheres Eden Ross? Dec asked.
She and the guy she was with slipped away sometime after our officers arrived.
Let me talk to Ian, Dec said.
Im afraid hes busy. Hes got a couple of agents from the FBI here on some art forgery case.
Dec cursed softly. Just yesterday hed had Ian in his office in Providence along with an art expert. Somehow, his brother had gotten mixed up with Hector Arantes, a known art forger, and Hectors beautiful daughter, Marisol. The case had obviously taken a turn now that the FBI was involved and Ian would have no time to help Declan track down Eden Ross.
Call your guys and tell them Ill meet them at the Sandpiper, he said. Ill be there in ten minutes.
He snapped the phone shut and turned for the door, then felt a hand on his arm. Youre not leaving, are you?
The blonde slowly circled him, placing herself between him and the door. She leaned into him, her hips pressing against his suggestively. Dec forced a smile. Business calls, he said.
There are more important things than business, she said, her fingers sliding down his arm to touch his hand.
Dec chuckled. If he wanted her, he could have her, probably right underneath her husbands nose. They could find an empty bedroom, lock the door behind them, and go at it for ten or fifteen minutes. Or they could make plans to meet later that evening, maybe at a discreet motel across the bay. Hell, there had been a time in his life when he would have welcomed sex without strings. But not now, and definitely not tonight.
As much as I would like to indulge, he said, Im afraid I cant. First of all, Im chasing a runaway party girl around New England and if I dont find her, her father is going to cancel the million-dollar retainer he gives me to take care of his security needs. Secondly, I just recently promised my two brothers that Id be celibate for three months and I dont intend to break that promise. And thirdly, your husband is watching us right now and I certainly dont want to have to knock him to the ground when he decides to defend your honor with his fists. Theres an obliging waiter passing out champagne over by the pool. Im sure hed be willing to satisfy your needs.
She gasped softly as Declan turned and walked toward the front of the mansion. As difficult as it was to turn down a night in bed with a beautiful woman, he did have to keep his priorities straight. After all, he was the one who had challenged his brothers to the celibacy pact and hed made it three weeks without a regret.
But then, the first week hed been occupied with tracking down an embezzler for a client in Boston. The second week, hed been conducting background checks for a client in New York City. And all of this past week had been spent chasing Eden Ross. Celibacy wasnt too difficult if a guy didnt have time to think about sex.
Declan spent the next few minutes coordinating security for the rest of the evening with the three employees hed assigned to the party. By the time he reached the front door, his car had been brought around and was waiting. He tipped the valet, then hopped inside the BMW sedan and headed out to the main road.
This was the closest hed come to finding Eden Ross but once again, shed slipped through his fingers. Still, he knew she was close by and with a little luck, shed decide to come home on her own. Chasing silly little socialites really wasnt his forte. And the socialite in question had brought her problems on herself, choosing to appear in a naughty sex tape that just happened to make it on to the Internet.
Trevor Ross was his most important client, so Dec had to make an extraordinary effort. But Ross wouldnt be happy at the latest news, especially since Eden had been seen in Decs backyard. He flipped on the radio and listened distractedly as he steered the car over the Newport Bridge.
Youre tuned to the Ross Radio Network. Its Saturday night, and this is Simply Sex with Dr. Lillian Devine. Dec frowned, reaching out to pop a CD into the player, but the silken tones of the shows hostess kept him listening a few moments longer.
Were still on the air with Carl from Los Angeles, California. Carl is wondering how he might spice up his sex life. My advice for you, Carl, is to spend some time focusing on your wifes needs. The best way to increase her desire is to make her feel like shes the only lover you could ever want. Invest in her orgasms. Make sure theyre the best they can be. Put aside your own desires until youre certain all of her needs are being met.
Dec found himself captivated by her voice, the way words dripped off her tongue like honey. A shiver skittered down his spine and he groaned. He didnt need to be listening to this, especially considering his determination to control his sexual urges, at least for the next nine weeks.
But he continued to listen as Dr. Devine discussed the physiology of the female orgasm, the benefits of oral sex and battery-operated substitutes, and the top five female sexual fantasies. And when Dec finally reached the Sandpiper Motel, he found himself strangely aroused by all the frank talk. With a soft curse, he flipped the radio off and stepped out of the car.
A woman with a voice like that should not be allowed to talk about sex, he murmured as he walked over to the police cruiser. How can she expect anyone to pay attention to what shes saying? Shed be better off at 1-900-talk dirty to me.
For all he knew, Dr. Lillian Devine was probably some frumpy fifty-year-old Ph.D Just the thought was like a bucket of ice water tossed down his pants.
But if she were beautiful and smart, then that would be one of his top five fantasies. She wouldnt even have to be drop-dead gorgeous. Pretty would do, even cute. But smart and sexy was an irresistible combination, one he hadnt enjoyed in a very long time. And if the woman could talk dirty to him, hed be in heaven. Unfortunately, heaven was off-limits for the next nine weeks.
Delaney and Wilson, the two officers from the Bonnett Harbor police department, stood next to a car parked across the road from the Sandpiper. Dec approached and Delaney gave him a wave of recognition. Sally said you wanted to talk to these guys.
Dec nodded. Are you sure it was Eden Ross?
They were, Wilson said, nodding to the two men sitting in the backseat of the police cruiser. And we ran the plate on the Mercedes parked in the lot. Its registered to Trevor Ross. She must have taken the keys with her. They werent left in the room.
Shaking his head, Dec ran his hand through his hair. I guess you guys ought to be happy this girl doesnt take up a life of crime. She is one slippery customer. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed Trevor Rosss private number. Mr. Ross, Declan Quinn here. Ive got some news on your daughter. It seems she did stop by your Newport house just long enough to steal one of your cars.
Dec heard a curse on the other end of the line. I want you to bring her and the car back to the house tonight, Ross shouted.
Im afraid she slipped by us, Dec said. But, from what I can see, shes safe.
Im afraid she slipped by us, Dec said. But, from what I can see, shes safe.
Fine. Hell, Im tired of wasting your time and my money trying to find her, Ross said. Besides, I have another case I need you to focus on. And it will require your complete attention. Have you ever heard of Dr. Lillian Devine?
Dec reached into his jacket to pull out his Blackberry, surprised that Ross would bring up the name. I have, he said. I just heard her earlier on the radio.
Her real name is Rachel Merrill and shes one of our most valuable on-air talents, Ross explained. An important part of our syndication package. Ive had my security guys watching over her but she refuses to let them get too close. I dont think she believes the threat is that serious. Now it is.
How serious? Dec asked.
We had a letter delivered to the station tonight that was a blatant death threat. I need you to meet me in my office tomorrow afternoon and Ill have my guys brief you. And then I want you to convince her that a 24-hour-a-day bodyguard is in her best interest.
How do you expect me to convince her of that? Dec asked.
Youre a charming guy. You figure it out. I want you on her until this nutcase is caught.
Dec was paid a healthy retainer to be at Rosss disposal, whenever a security concern came up. He listened as Ross gave him more details, putting the afternoon appointment into the PDA along with other relevant information. In truth, Dec had to breathe a silent sigh of relief that he could leave the search for Trevors wild daughter to others. He hadnt spent four years in naval intelligence and another three building up Quinn Security and Investigations to spend his valuable time chasing silly heiresses around the countryside.
RACHEL MERRILL SLID HER KEY card into the garage door opener then slowly pulled her SUV ahead as the doors to the underground garage opened. She glanced over her shoulder, just to make sure that no one slipped into the garage in the dark. As she looked back, she saw her security detail pull up to the curb and wait. She let out a tightly held breath once the garage door was closed.
Safe, she murmured to herself. She was on her own now and the detail would be there in the morning to follow her during her daily routine. Rachel sighed. Just having security following her was enough to put her in a constant state of anxiety. She couldnt remember the last time she wasnt uneasywatchful.
A few months ago, the thought of having a stalker was inconceivable. And at first, shed brushed off the letters, thinking them to have been sent by an overzealous fan. But then the notes had begun to arrive with more frequency, messages left for her at the station at least two or three times a week. And when she found a letter at her home, she was forced to admit that her safety might just be in danger.
Her boss, Trevor Ross, had insisted she leave her cozy colonial in the College Hill section of Providence and move into a secure high-rise downtown. So Rachel had agreed, and a month ago, shed packed her bags and headed to safer ground. Ross had given her a new SUV to drive, the tinted windows providing additional anonymity, and had also assigned her a security detail from his corporate force.
Rachel stopped at the valet booth near the elevators and waited for a few minutes, then decided to park the car herself. When shed pulled the SUV into her parking spot, she turned off the ignition, then rummaged through her purse for her pepper spray. Though she felt relatively safe with the new location, the 24-hour parking valet, and the lobby security, she took her own precautions.
Rachel still found it odd that shed attract the attention of a stalker. Shed never considered herself a celebrity. Her radio show, Simply Sex with Dr. Lillian Devine, could at times be controversial, inviting responses from all kinds of weirdos, but a stalker? Then again, perhaps it shouldnt have come as any surprise. Normal, handsome, successful men hadnt been beating down her door. Why not a strange, obsessive stranger instead?
Shed taken her radio name, Dr. Lillian Devine, to protect her reputation as an academic, but it also served another purposeprotecting her privacy. Now, whoever was stalking her probably knew that Rachel Merrill, Ph. D and associate professor of anthropology at Providence University, and Dr. Lillian Devine, radio sex therapist, were one and the same.
Shed always known there was risk that her double life might be revealed. And when Trevor Ross had offered her a syndicated radio show, shed initially refused. But the money had been too good to pass up. Her life as Lillian Devine could fund more research for Dr. Rachel Merrill, and provide her some of the comforts that a college professors salary couldnt.
So, every weekend, on Saturday and Sunday night between ten p.m. and one a.m., she hosted a nationally syndicated call-in show and answered any question posed regarding sexual behaviors, fetishes, obsessions, addictions and frustrations. Though she possessed a Ph.D in psychology, Rachels primary focus had always been more in tune with biology or anthropologythe study of human sexual behaviors. As an expert, she provided her listeners with keen insight into their problems. Last ratings period, her show had become the number four rated syndicated radio show nationwide, a jump of seven spots from the previous quarter.
But now, that popularity came with a price that far outweighed the benefit. She was living like a hunted animal, always looking over her shoulder, frightened of what or who might be waiting in the dark. The police were trying to find the stalker, but they had few leads.
Drawing a deep breath, she opened the door of the SUV and jumped out. As she walked toward the elevator, she turned back to set the alarm on the truck. It was then that she noticed the shadowy figure approaching from her right.
Miss Merrill?
Rachel picked up her pace and when she reached the elevator, frantically pushed the button again and again, hoping that the door would open and she could escape. She wanted to scream, but her adrenaline was pumping so hard, her throat seemed to close. As the stalker got closer, she knew a decision was at hand. Spinning around, she aimed her pepper spray at his head and pushed the nozzle.
Funny enough, her first reaction to his face wasnt fear. Instead, she was immediately struck by how handsome he was. Stalkers werent supposed to be handsome. Or well-dressed. He held out his hand, as if to stop her, but a wave of panic suddenly overwhelmed her.
He saw the spray coming and he raised his hand just in time to block the stream. But the pepper spray had the desired effect. Just the smell made him cough and sputter and his eyes began to water. Cursing, he bent over at the waist, tugging his jacket up over his mouth and nose.
The bell for the elevator door sounded and Rachel dropped the pepper spray and rushed inside. Just as the door closed, he called her name again. Leave me alone! she screamed. Just leave me alone.
I work for Trevor Ross, the man shouted, adding a string of curses to the statement. He sent me.
The door shut and the elevator began to silently rise. Rachels pulse pounded in her ears and her breath came in quick gasps, but she felt as if she were outside her body. Slowly, her mind began to work again and confusion replaced the panic that had overwhelmed her.
He had been dressed much nicer than the average stalker, although she didnt know exactly what the fashionable stalker wore these days. She imagined a hooded sweatshirt and grubby clothes, not a tailored sport jacket and finely pressed trousers. And his dark hair wasnt shaggy and unkempt but neatly trimmed.