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Sylvie jammed jeans, sweaters and toiletries into her suitcase. Her fingers were shaking so badly, she could barely grip the zipper and force it closed. In the other room she could hear the hum of voices. Perreth’s blunt rasp followed by Bryce’s level baritone. When Bryce had hidden the folder in his briefcase, she’d been shocked. Sure, she’d asked for his help, for an answer to her dilemma, but she hadn’t been expecting him to give her either. She certainly hadn’t expected him to stick out his neck for her. No one had ever stuck their neck out for her before.

So why had he done it?

He had to have his reasons. But she didn’t have time to discover them now. The only thing that mattered right this second was that she and Bryce leave Diana’s apartment with that folder. She needed to get a look at the letter, the clippings. She needed some sort of break if she hoped to find her sister. And she needed that break now.

She finished closing the zipper, set the suitcase on its wheels and extended the handle. It was time to get out of here and get back to finding Diana.

Before it was too late.

She marched out of the office and down the hall. A small handful of police officers had already fanned out in the living room. Near the center of the room, Detective Perreth glowered at Bryce from under his bushy brows. Sylvie could smell his cologne of stale cigarettes as soon as she entered the room.

“Nice to see you again, Ms. Hayes.” He glanced at a uniformed officer who had begun sorting through the drawers in the coffee table. “Thomas?”

“Detective?”

“Take a look through Ms. Hayes’s suitcase, will you? We wouldn’t want her removing anything other than her personal clothing from the suspect’s apartment.” He grinned, showing nicotine-yellowed teeth. “It’s all right if he takes a look, isn’t it?”

“Of course.” Giving him an equally phony smile, Sylvie left her suitcase at the mercy of the officer and stepped toward Perreth. “I want to see the warrant.”

“I already showed it to your boyfriend here. And the super. It’s legal.”

Towering next to Perreth’s squatty frame, Bryce gave her a confirming nod.

“I asked you to stay at the church,” the detective said. “Care to explain why that didn’t happen?”

“I had things to do.”

“Like what? Rushing to your sister’s apartment to remove evidence of premeditation?”

Hot pressure built in her head until it made her ears ring. This whole situation was so stupid. A figment of Perreth’s imagination. An attempt to smear Reed and Diana. To get revenge for Reed’s reaction to Perreth hitting his wife. And all the while he was wasting his time suspecting Diana, she was in danger. He should be finding her, not blaming her.

She gripped the stained satin of her gown in her fists and choked down the words she wanted to spit at him. Making Perreth angry would get her nowhere. She needed to get out of here and find Diana. “I came back to change out of this dress and move my things to a hotel. That’s all.”

He eyed her gown. “What stopped you?”

“I did.” Bryce’s voice rippled like waves in water. “We had some things to discuss.”

Things to discuss? Sylvie bit the inside of her cheek. Bryce wasn’t going to tell Detective Perreth about their conversation, was he? No. That didn’t make sense. But why would he want to draw Perreth’s attention with a vague claim like that? Surely the detective would want to know more. Maybe enough to detain him for questioning. Or to search his briefcase.

Next to her, the officer finished turning over her clothes and makeup.

Sylvie gestured in his direction. “See, Detective? Nothing. Can we go now?”

“Not so fast.” Perreth focused his glare fully on Bryce. Now that Bryce had given him a bone, he obviously didn’t intend to give it up so easily. “What was so urgent?”

Bryce shrugged. “Doesn’t that go without saying? Sylvie’s sister disappeared.”

Perreth frowned. He focused on the briefcase in Bryce’s hand. “And what do you have in the briefcase?”

Sylvie sucked in a breath and held it.

Bryce offered the detective a bland smile. “Papers.”

“Maybe we should take a look at those papers.”

The uniformed officer stepped toward Bryce.

Bryce held up a hand. “I’m sorry. I can’t let you do that.”

Perreth raised bushy brows. “Oh?”

“My briefcase is not listed in your warrant, for one thing.”

“Maybe not. But if I suspect you of removing evidence from the scene…”

Bryce shook his head. “As an officer of the court, I can assure you that’s not the case.”

“You’re a lawyer?” The detective pronounced the word as if it were composed of four letters.

Bryce gave him a cool nod. Turning to Sylvie, he cocked his head in the direction of the door.

Letting out the breath she was holding, Sylvie grabbed the handle of her suitcase and took a step toward escape.

“Not so fast,” Perreth barked.

She halted. Her pulse pounded so hard it made her feel as if she was wobbling on her feet. Now what?

“Ms. Hayes still hasn’t answered my questions. She’s coming to the station with me.”

No. The hum echoed through Sylvie’s head, drowning out the beat of her pulse. She couldn’t waste time sitting around the police station answering Perreth’s pointless questions. Didn’t they say that the first few hours were crucial to locating a missing person? She had to get out of here. She had to find Diana.

Bryce reached into the outside pocket of his briefcase and pulled out a business card. He held it out to Perreth. “Like I said. I’m a lawyer. Sylvie’s lawyer. And my client will be happy to talk to you. If you give my secretary a call, she’ll set something up.”

SAFELY OUTSIDE Diana’s building, Sylvie lowered herself into the plush passenger seat of Bryce’s BMW. The scent of leather interior with a hint of cologne enveloped her, an atmosphere of luxury and male presence that made her feel as though she’d just stepped into a foreign world.

She’d rather walk.

She wasn’t used to people taking care of her, doing her favors, making her indebted to them. She didn’t like it. It reminded her too much of the way she’d felt as a child, begging her foster family to take her into their home, wanting so badly to be able to trust them to care about her, and being let down every time.

She strapped on her seat belt and held her satin clutch in both hands. She didn’t want to be here, but she didn’t have a lot of options, either. Not with Diana’s folder still locked in Bryce’s briefcase. And although she was grateful to him for helping her get the folder out of Diana’s apartment, she didn’t intend to take his kindness at face value. She’d learned that lesson before she hit puberty.

After loading her suitcase in the trunk, Bryce circled the car, opened the driver’s door and slid behind the wheel. “Comfortable?”

She forced herself not to fidget. “Too comfortable. I’m not exactly used to riding around in BMWs.”

A pained smile spread over strong lips. “It’s for sale if you want it.” He slipped his key into the ignition and the car purred to life. Turning his attention to traffic, he shifted into gear and merged with the flow.

Sylvie eyed his profile in the dimming light. In all that had happened back at Diana’s apartment, she hadn’t been very aware of how attractive he was. From short golden-brown hair that held a slight wave to sharp hazel eyes to broad shoulders that looked good in a suit, Bryce Walker was what most women considered a hunk. Add ringless hands that gripped the steering wheel and he became a favorite for most eligible bachelor.

And somehow, that status only made Sylvie more uncomfortable. “Should I give you a retainer or something?”

He kept his focus on the traffic ahead. “Not necessary.”

“But you told Perreth you were my lawyer. What if he finds out you’re not?”

“You can tell him you fired me.”

“Why did you say it in the first place?”

He glanced her way. Puzzlement shrouded his eyes and kicked one side of his mouth into a grin. “He was about to haul you downtown, if you hadn’t noticed.”

“Of course I noticed. What I can’t figure out is why you would care. You don’t know me. And you sure don’t owe me anything.”

He turned his gaze back to the road. “We have the same goal.”

“Which is?”

“Finding your sister.”

Ah, yes. His case. “Do you lie to the police and smuggle evidence to find witnesses in all your cases?”

“Not hardly.”

“So what makes this one so unique?”

A shadow crossed over his face. Evening had crept in while she’d been in Diana’s apartment. The car was full of shadows. But from Sylvie’s angle, it looked more like a shadow of dark emotion rather than a simple trick of the light.

He flicked on his blinker and took a left turn. “I’m not going to discuss my case with you. But I am willing to help you find your sister.”

“And what do you want in return?”

He glanced at her again. “You don’t trust easily, do you?”

“I try not to.” The truth was, she had trusted easily as a child. Too easily. And it had devastated her. Since becoming an adult, she’d learned not to rely on anything or anyone. And she sure wasn’t going to forget a lifetime of learning just to trust Bryce Walker—no matter how good-looking and resourceful he was in a pinch. “So what are you after?”

“I want you to share what you know about your sister with me, and I’ll help you find her.”

She folded her arms over her breasts. “That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

Staring straight ahead through the windshield, she watched the glare of oncoming headlights. She knew there was more behind his willingness to risk his career and freedom than just to help her. There had to be. Yet somehow that wasn’t what concerned her most.

What concerned her most was that she couldn’t afford to refuse.