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she chided as though she could make him feel bad.
                  “You amuse me,” he said, turning on her with sudden interest. “It’s a shame you’re not my type.”
                  “It’s a shame you’re hell bent on lying to yourself.”
                  Kitty tossed her hair and stalked toward the door then turned.
                  “Why are you so certain Erik put those candlesticks in his trunk if the car was in Johnny’s possession?”
                  Sterling held her gaze for a long moment then said, “Rebecca Motley saw him.”
                  It took every ounce of patience Kitty had not to fly into a hysterical rage. She pressed her mouth into a furious line instead so as not to utter one word then padded off through his apartment and left without glancing back.

Chapter Six
                  Oh, that Becca Motley was too much!
                  Kitty was still fuming when she rolled up to the valet in front of the Delamar Hotel. The ten-minute drive to the harbor had done little to calm her nerves, and it seemed her mind was racing with worry over when and how and why Becca had told Sterling such a wild tale.
                  She’d seen Erik place those candlesticks in his trunk? Kitty doubted that, but why would Becca envy Erik if in fact envy had been the primary motivator for the tragically misguided attempts to take Erik’s life? What did Becca stand to gain by ending or ruining Erik’s life?
                  It was true Kitty wouldn’t put much past Becca Motley, but Becca generally sought to steal men, not destroy their lives.
                  Kitty hopped out of her Fiat as the valet, a college-aged kid, whose flashy jewelry and Latino swagger made her wonder if parking cars was a front for darker means. His eyes were clear, however, and he smiled easily as he reached for her keys.
                  “What’s your name?” she asked. “I’m Kitty Sinclair, a wedding planner.”
                  The valet shot her a sidelong glance as though no one had ever bothered to learn his name before.
                  “Paco,” he said, cautiously.
                  “Paco,” she echoed, being sure to pronounce it correctly. “Yes, I recall seeing you here over the past few weeks.”
                  “There isn’t a problem, ma’am, is there?” He was nervous. Of course misplaced items were often blamed on the valet.
                  “No, not at all, but I’m wondering if you can help me with something.”
                  He kept his gaze steady and his expression straight.
                  “There was a big party here last night,” she began. “I’d organized it. The Maple - Coburn bachelor and bachelorette parties.”
                  Paco’s eyes shifted with recognition.
                  “Were you working last night?”
                  “Yeah, there were a ton of cars to park.”
                  “I believe you. We had well over sixty guests. Did you keep any kind of log or record of the vehicles?”
                  “Ah, yeah, it’s in the valet stand.”
                  “Can I take a look?”
                  Paco seemed hesitant. He glanced over his shoulder. Perhaps he had a boss who was overseeing today. He debated then told her to follow him.
                  As they walked at a clip to the valet stand in the back of the parking lot, Kitty asked, “Has a man come to talk to you? Gray hair, tattoos? Unbelievably arrogant?”
                  He stared at her blankly, which was enough of an answer, and then pulled a black, dusty binder out of the valet stand. Setting it on the trunk hood of the nearest vehicle, Paco flipped through the binder starting