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Jessie’s confidence was shaken.

As she and Ryan waited in the lobby of Solstice Health & Fitness while the general manager found Chianti, she kept flashing back to that three-second window before Vin had knocked the homeless man to the ground.

In that brief stretch of time, Ryan had fallen, a man had tried to kill him and Jessie had failed to act quickly enough to prevent it. If not for the quick action of a human tank with fast feet and a bit of a crush, Detective Ryan Hernandez might be dead right now.

Before taking the woman the homeless guy had stabbed to the hospital, one of the EMTs had looked Ryan over and given him the all clear. But Jessie couldn’t help but wonder if either of them was really ready to be back in the field yet.

Her internal debate was interrupted when the general manager motioned for them to come onto the fitness floor. As they did, she forced those concerns from her mind, trying to stay focused on the case at hand. As they walked over, Jessie glanced around the gym, trying not to let the pounding house music give her a headache.

The main room was massive, with a seemingly endless array of cardio machines. Off to the left was the weight “room” which was so vast she couldn’t even see where it ended. To the right were two dozen mats intended for stretching and, right now at least, for chatting while scrolling through phones.

The GM, a bushy-mustached man named Frank Stroup, stood waiting beside a skinny but ripped blonde woman in her late twenties wearing what Jessie considered far too much makeup for the gym. Her teeth were unnaturally bright and her breasts were squeezed together by a sports bra that looked several sizes too small.

“Detectives,” the GM said, forgetting that only one of them had that title, “this is Chianti Rossellini. I’ll leave you to your questions. Please let me know if I can be of any more help.”

Jessie nodded politely. He hadn’t been of much help at all actually. Other than giving the basics on Taylor’s employment history, he seemed to know little about her life. The facility may have been huge but Jessie thought it odd that the guy didn’t have more to say about a trainer that Vin suggested worked with some of their wealthiest members. They had intentionally avoided mentioning her death to him. But even so, Jessie would have expected him to at least be curious about why she’d been out for the last two days.

As he walked off, Chianti stared at them with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. She seemed to think she was in trouble for something. But her body language suggested she wasn’t sure for what.

“Ms. Rossellini,” Ryan began, managing not to start giggling mid-sentence, “how well do you know Taylor Jansen?”

“You can call me Chianti,” she replied, unaware just how challenging that might be. “I know her some. I mean, we work at the same gym. We interact most days. But I wouldn’t say we’re friends or anything. Taylor is very focused on her clients and doesn’t spend much time on chitchat. What’s this about anyway? Has she done something wrong?”

“These are just routine questions. No need for you to concern yourself beyond that,” Jessie said, not ready to reveal the truth until it served their purposes. “What can you tell us about her ex-boyfriend, the one who sometimes dropped her off here?”

“Oh, that would be Gavin. Gavin Peck.”

“Tell us about Gavin, Chianti,” Jessie said conversationally.

“Okay,” she said, losing the uneasiness almost immediately. “Gavin is a piece of work. He’s built, for sure. I think he’s even won a few weight-lifting competitions. And he’s—what’s the nice way to say it—volatile.”

“What do you mean?” Ryan pressed.

“He’s just super-intense. I used to work out at the gym he goes to and he was always amped up—really high energy. Taylor is high energy too. But in a more controlled way. He tends to fly off the handle.”

“Did he ever fly off the handle with Taylor?” Jessie probed.

“I only saw them together a couple of times and he was never like that with her. But I don’t think he took the breakup very well.”

“Why do you say that?” Ryan asked, giving Chianti his best “I’m really interested in what you have to say” look. She almost melted right in front of him.

“I heard that he came around a couple of times and security had to ask him to leave,” she said, blushing slightly. “I don’t know if that’s true. But it sounds like Gavin. He’s got a stalkerish vibe. Plus, he might have reason to be jealous.”

“Of what?” Jessie wanted to know.

“Not to speak out of school or anything, but Taylor can be kind of flirtatious with her clients.”

Just then, a pale, paunchy thirty-something guy in a sleeveless gray shirt walked by.

“Hi, Chianti,” he said shyly.

“Hey, Brett, we still on for your 11 a.m. session?” she asked, flashing those extra bright teeth.

“Of course.”

“Excellent, sweetie. We’ll keep those biceps buff, okay? See you soon.”

When he left, the smile evaporated and she immediately returned her attention to Jessie.

“Where were we?” she asked.

“You were saying Taylor can be flirtatious,” Jessie reminded her with a straight face.

“Right.”

“Really?” Jessie pushed. “We heard she’s very professional.”

“On the workout floor, sure. But I heard her on the phone, making appointments for private training sessions. Management officially frowns on that so she kept it on the down low. But her tone on those calls was definitely less…professional.”

“Do you think she offers more than just training sessions?” Jessie asked leadingly.

“I couldn’t say,” Chianti replied, shrugging. “I mean, who knows whether she she’s promiscuous or just a tease. Either way, the managers turned a blind eye because so many of her clients are big spenders. They didn’t want to risk losing memberships, you know? But sometimes she didn’t come in for days and no one said a word. If I did that, I’d be dumped fast. In fact, I haven’t seen her in a while. I figured this was just another one of those times. But now you’ve got me worried. Is she okay?”

Jessie glanced at Ryan, letting him know she thought the time was right. He nodded in agreement and stepped in close to Chianti.

“I’m afraid she’s not,” he said quietly. “Taylor is dead.”

Jessie watched Chianti closely as she took in the news. The trainer’s plastic smile immediately disappeared. She looked disbelieving.

“I’m sorry. What?”

“Taylor Jansen was found dead in her apartment this morning,” Ryan said emotionlessly.

Chianti seemed to be processing the information, realizing only now the purpose of all the questions she’d been asked. Her face morphed pretty quickly from shock into something between worry and curiosity.

“Was she murdered? Did Gavin do it?”

There was a lack of empathy in her voice that made Jessie want to punch her. They didn’t have to be friends, but couldn’t the woman at least fake a moment of sorrow? Unfortunately, in Jessie’s experience, her reaction also didn’t suggest guilt.

The hungry, gossipy look on her face and her naked desire to know the inside details both suggested she had none of them already. While Ryan was right that everybody is a suspect, Jessie’s profiling background suggested strongly to her that Chianti wasn’t much of one.

“We don’t have information about the cause of death at this time,” Ryan said, then added reluctantly, “Did Taylor ever strike you as depressed?”

“Oh wow,” Chianti said, her eyes getting wide. “Did she kill herself?”

“Just answer the question please, Ms. Rossellini,” Jessie snapped, losing patience.

Chianti looked mildly hurt but after a moment, she answered.

“No,” she admitted, sounding let down. “Actually, she always seemed pretty even-keeled to me. I never saw her get too high or too low. I’d be really surprised it turned out she did this to herself.”

Jessie tried to hide her own disappointment as well. So far, no one they’d spoken to thought Taylor was a likely candidate to commit suicide. And yet, at least so far, they had no evidence to suggest it was anything else.

“Is there anyone you can think of besides Gavin who might have had animosity toward her—a client maybe?” she asked.

Chianti thought for a moment.

“No one jumps out at me. I didn’t pay that close attention. But her reputation was that clients were generally happy with her. Some of that was because she was a good trainer. Some of it might be for those other reasons I mentioned, not to speak ill of the dead.”

“No, of course not,” Jessie said, the disgust rising in her chest. “Maybe you can wrap up here, Detective Hernandez. I need a bit of air.”

She nodded at Chianti and left abruptly, passing Brett as she left the workout floor. He was leaning against a treadmill, waiting for his not-at-all-flirty trainer to finish talking so he could start his session with her.

Jessie stepped out of the gym, onto the grimy, traffic-choked Hollywood street, where she somehow felt less dirty than she had around Chianti.