Dead on The Dance Floor by Heather Graham

Author:Heather Graham [Graham, Heather]
Language: fra
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery
Publisher: MIRA
Published: 2011-06-16T11:14:57+00:00

13

Shannon Mackay walked out on the deck with true purpose, strides long, every inch of her body speaking volumes.

She was really angry.

Quinn wasn’t surprised to see she was still furious with him.

He was surprised that she was there. He was sitting at Nick’s, where all the regulars had just been treated to drinks in honor of the new baby. He’d opted for a soda himself, since he intended to get to group class, and he was poring over the files on the table in front of him. Somewhere, in either the various police reports or the dossiers on the teachers and clientele of Moonlight Sonata, there had to be a clue.

Shannon searched the crowd, saw him and walked to his table. She didn’t wait for an invitation but pulled out the chair opposite from him and sat.

He felt his muscles tighten, and he waited.

“You son of a bitch,” she said quietly, evenly. In fact, it was amazing that she could get so much venom into a tone that was so soft.

“You’re wrong,” he told her.

“Oh, no. I’m not wrong. You are an absolute bastard. In fact, I could go on and on. But I’ve just come to tell you that, despite your methods, I don’t intend to stand in your way, nor have I told anyone at the studio just what you are.”

“A bastard?”

“A private eye.”

A waitress, Ellen, walked cheerfully up to the table.

“What can I get you?” she asked Shannon. “First drink is on the house.”

“I’m not drinking, thank you,” Shannon said distractedly, staring at Quinn.

“Oh, it doesn’t have to be alcohol,” Ellen said.

“It’s all right. I don’t need anything.”

Quinn leaned forward. “Have an iced tea, a soda, a coffee. They’re celebrating here today.”

“Iced tea,” Shannon said, then looked at the waitress.

“Thank you.”

Ellen left. Shannon was too angry to ask what they were celebrating.

“Just keep your distance from me. I’ll have Jane or Rhianna take over your lessons. Don’t call me, don’t come to my house, and stay away from me at the studio.”

Quinn leaned back, fighting hard to keep a casual pose.

“You’re wrong.”

“About what? You’re not a P.I.? You weren’t hired to investigate the people at Moonlight Sonata?”

He stayed silent, staring at her.

“Nice job. You’re paid to fraternize.”

He shook his head, leaning closer. “No, I’m not making anything on this. It’s costing me. I’m looking into it because Doug asked me to.”

“That’s fine. You keep looking into it. Just stay the hell away from me.”

“You’re wrong that the one thing has anything to do with the other.”

“You were investigating me,” she snapped.

“You should be investigated. You might be top of the line in a list of suspects—after Ben Trudeau, the ex-husband. Hey, who would have motive? She stole the man you were living with, your partner. She hit you when you were down.” He moved closer and closer, trying to keep his tone low. “You were the best, and you went down completely when Ben left you to dance with Lara, then married her to boot. You even gave up what you loved, competition.

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