betise

Or was there more to the story than what Betise had said?

Again, that was something he'd heard Betise say more than once.

"Then tell me what was going on between you and Betise."

But she couldn't, not when they were about to break into Betise's salon.

For one, it meant Betise could never settle down with another.

Betise climbed out of her car and glanced back toward the road.

And in truth, she shouldn't really have been surprised he'd enjoyed himself with Betise before coming back to her.

"Give me a call on my cell phone if you get the results back from the samples we took off Betise."

She glanced toward the salon as Betise came back out.

Betise had been saying a lot of weird things lately.

He pulled his gaze away from her, concentrating on Betise.

If Betise is up to something, it's important we keep an eye on her."

She stared at it for a moment, remembering Betise's words.

Betise didn't answer for several seconds, then grimaced and looked away.

None of the emotions she was catching from Betise made any real sense.

"He was talking about going after your brother," Betise said coldly.

But he had a fair idea why they were both naked, and what Betise intended to do.

"We can't risk heading out to Betise's for another hour or so.

But Betise had always been a loner at heart and tended to keep to herself.

"Anyone with half a brain would know that," Betise agreed and pushed away from the counter.

"Did you know he'd been questioning Betise about who was dancing with whom up at the mansion?"

And Betise had offered more than a few tips.

She finally broke free of the crowd and saw Betise heading for a side exit.

Betise raised an eyebrow as she climbed off the sofa.

The sooner they knew whether Betise's attack was linked to the murderer, the better.