Tom’s blue-shadowed eyes sprang open wide, a panic-stricken look on his face. “Renee! What are you doing here?”
Renee stared at Tom, paralyzed with disbelief. This couldn’t be. This simply couldn’t be. Tom had dated more women than there were stars in the sky, yet here he was dressed like one?
Then all at once it made sense. Now Renee knew who all those women were she’d seen coming out of his apartment. They weren’t women Tom was cheating with.
They were Tom.
“You can’t tell Paula,” he pleaded. “You can’t. She has no idea about this. She’ll hate me, Renee. She’ll leave me. Please promise me you won’t tell her!”
Renee was still so stunned that for a moment the truth of the situation didn’t hit her.
And then it did.
He was wearing the earrings. He was the one.
“You bastard!” She hauled off and whacked him with her doubled-up fist, then did it again and again, until he had to throw up his arms to ward off the blows.
“Renee! Stop! Renee!”
She continued pummeling him until finally John grabbed her and pulled her away. She squirmed in his grip, but he held her tightly.
“It was him, John! Tom robbed that store, and he was going to let me take the fall!”
Tom’s eyebrows shot right up to his artificial hairline. “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play stupid! You’re wearing the earrings!”
“Earrings?”
“The robber was wearing rainbow earrings. Big ones. Just like yours. It was you!”
“No! It couldn’t have been me! I was with Paula that weekend at the Hilton, remember?”
“How can I be sure of that? How do I know you didn’t slip away to rob that store?”
“I was with Paula all night. I swear I was!”
Then Tom looked over Renee’s shoulder and groaned loudly. She turned around to see Paula walking toward them in slow motion, teetering a bit on her high heels, her peacock feather hat slightly askew. She pulled her sunglasses off slowly, disbelievingly. “Tom?”
“Paula!” Tom said, horrified. “What are you doing here?”
Paula just gaped at him.
“Is that true, Paula?” Renee prompted. “Was he with you that whole night? Tell me!”
Paula continued to stare at him, shock freezing her face into a mask of total disbelief. Finally Renee shook her arm to get her attention.
“Paula! Was he with you all that night?”
“Y-yes. All night. Dressed…as a man.”
“I’m straight, Paula,” Tom said, his voice pleading. “I swear to God I am. I just have this thing about—” he expelled a long breath “—women’s clothes.”
Paula moaned and buried her head in her hands.
“But I can sing, you know, and Steve told me about the talent show. I thought maybe if I won the thousand dollars, I could pay you back at least part of the money I owe you.”
This had to be scrambling Paula’s brain. Renee wished she could stop to offer a little sympathy, or whatever one offered in situations like this, but she still believed a connection existed between those earrings and the robbery, and she had to find out what it was.
“Wait a minute,” she said to Tom. “You said Steve suggested you compete here tonight. Does that mean he knows all about—” she waved her hand up and down in front of him “—this?”
Tom closed his eyes. “Yes. But he’s the only one. And he knows only because we roomed together and he found my stuff once.”
“Your earrings,” John said. “They’re exactly like the ones the robber wore. Did you loan them to anyone?”
“No! Of course not!”
“This is just too much of a coincidence,” John said to Renee. “If he didn’t loan them to anyone, then who could have gotten his hands on them?”
The question hung in the air for several seconds. Then Renee had a thought that was so preposterous she almost couldn’t form the image in her mind.
She pointed to the wig Tom wore. “Is that the only wig you have?”
He gave Paula a cringing glance. “No.”
“Do you have a blond one? A long blond one?”
“Yes.”
“A leopard-print shirt?”
“Yes.”
“White shoes?”
Tom’s face crinkled with disgust. “Well, yeah, but I don’t wear them with the leopard print.”
Maybe it wasn’t so preposterous after all.
She raced to the curtain leading back out to the club. The others hurried after her, standing behind her as she looked out over the crowd. She zeroed in on the DJ booth near the bar. Steve was standing inside it, headphones on, still tuned in to the emcee’s wrap up of the show.
“Renee?” John said. “What are you doing?”
Her mind was spinning too fast to respond. She was crazy even to think it, wasn’t she?
Then her attention was drawn to the front door of the club, and her heart just about stopped. Someone was coming in. Someone about six feet five inches tall. Someone with more tattoos than brains. Someone with a bald head that glinted under the neon lights.
“That’s Leandro,” John said. “What the hell is he doing here?”
Renee watched as he strode straight over to the DJ booth and started talking to Steve. Then both of them turned and scanned the club, and her stomach dropped through the floor. They were looking for someone.
They were looking for her.
She wheeled around to face Tom. “Did you tell Steve I was out at that motel in east Texas? Before the bounty hunter found me?”
Tom squeezed his eyes closed.
“Tell me!”
“Uh…I may have said something to him.”
A slow, boiling anger rolled through Renee, an anger fueled by the horrible days she’d spent since her arrest wondering if her life was going to be over. Now she knew precisely what had happened that night. She knew who was to blame. And she knew that the reason she couldn’t shake a certain bounty hunter was because he had an informant—an informant who had a motive to make sure she landed in jail. If she took the fall for the crime, he wouldn’t.
She whipped the curtain aside and stomped down the steps.
“Renee! Stop!”
John started after her, but the whole place was on its feet applauding again, and she quickly lost him in the crowd. She stormed through the club, weaving among the tables, driven by a single-minded fury unlike anything she’d ever felt before.
Leandro turned as she approached, and when it dawned on him who the woman was in the bright red dress and the purple, pearl-studded hat, a malicious grin spread across his repugnant face. He squatted a little in anticipation, curving his arms away from his body like a pro wrestler ready to do battle. His nose was taped yet again, with blue and purple bruises extending two inches beyond it on either side.
Full of fury, Renee never missed a beat. She yanked a tray from a nearby cocktail server’s hand, sending the drinks crashing to the floor. Leandro snarled, his hands curling into hooks, ready to sink right into her. What he had on her in sheer bulk, though, Renee made up for in speed. She took the tray in both hands, reared back, swung it around in a wide arc and smashed him right in the face.
Leandro stumbled backward, his hands flying to his nose. He let out an excruciating howl of pain that sounded like a wounded moose wailing through the wilds of the Yukon.
Then she zeroed in on Steve.
She leaped over the counter of the DJ booth, which she should never have been able to do in four-inch heels, but she was experiencing a surge of power greater than that of a mortal woman. When her feet hit the floor on the other side, she went for Steve’s throat. He stumbled backward and fell. Renee landed on top of him, her hands wrapped around his neck.
“Hey!” he said, his voice choked. “What the hell—”
Renee tightened her hand on his throat and inched forward until her knees were on his shoulders. He stared up at her, gagging, his eyes almost popping out, and when she thought about how he was going to let her go to prison for a crime he committed, it was all she could do not to keep squeezing until he turned blue.
Instead, she spotted a bottle of Jim Beam on a lower shelf of the booth. She took it by the neck and smashed it against the floor. Glass flew in all directions, followed by a tidal wave of golden-brown liquid. She was left with a nifty little weapon of razor-sharp glass shards still clinging to the neck of the bottle. She rested it against Steve’s throat with the points pressing into his skin, feeling like Wonder Woman, Supergirl, and Xena, Warrior Princess, all rolled into one.
“You scum-sucking bastard. You set me up!”
“Come on, Renee!” he said, coughing. “I don’t know what you’re—”
She pressed the glass to the side of his neck, and he let out a gaspy squeak. “Hey! That hurts!”
“You haven’t even begun to hurt, you slimy little toad! Now tell me the truth!”
When Steve didn’t respond, Renee pressed her knees even harder into his shoulders and dropped her voice to a malevolent growl. “Ever hear the phrase ‘going for the jugular’? One little flick of my wrist, and you’re history.”
“You’re crazy!”
“Damn right I am! I’ve got nothing to lose! They already think I shot a store clerk, so what’s the big deal about drawing a pint or two of blood from a slimy little DJ?”
“Renee, please—”
“I know you dressed in Tom’s clothes. I saw you leaving his apartment after the robbery. I know you’re the one who’s been sending Leandro after me. You even told Paula and me which ATM to go to so he could find me!”
She pushed the glass harder against his neck. “Say it. Tell me you were the one who robbed that store!”
“I can’t breathe!”
“Then you’d better hurry!”
He gagged a little more, and then the words came spilling out. “I didn’t mean for you to be involved! I swear! What were you doing going out at eleven o’clock at night, anyway? I tried to stop you from leaving. I tried! If only you’d stayed home, I’d have been able to get the stuff out of your car and none of this would have happened!”
“Why did you do it? Tell me!”
“I owed money. A lot of it. I didn’t have it, and the guy I owed was demanding a down payment or he was going to kill me. I swear he was, Renee. He’d already come to my apartment and beaten the hell out of me more than once. That’s the only reason I robbed that store. But I never intended to implicate you!”
All at once she heard the door to the booth swing open behind her. John reached in and lifted her off of Steve, then pried the broken bottle out of her hand and let it fall to the floor with a clatter.
“He’s guilty!” she shouted. “Did you hear him? He confessed! He’s the one who did it!”
“I heard, sweetheart. Every word. But let’s not add murder to the charges, okay?”
He pulled Renee out of the booth, then went back in after Steve and hauled him out. Suddenly she realized that everyone in the place had turned their attention from the stage to the guy getting arrested. The emcee shoved his considerable bulk through the crowd, wondering what was going on, and John asked him to call 911. Then he dragged Steve out the front door, calling to Renee over his shoulder and telling her to stay put.
By now a big crowd had gathered around the DJ booth, with everyone staring at Renee as if she’d grown an extra head. For a moment, all she could do was stand there, stunned.
Then she remembered Paula.
Oh, God. Poor Paula. Where had she gone? This was one of those situations that some women just wouldn’t be able to handle. She knew Paula was a whole lot more stable than that, but what must she be feeling right then?
Renee shoved her way through the crowd and finally saw her sitting at a table by herself, a lost, confused look on her face. Renee had no idea what to say to her. Even Hallmark didn’t have a card for “sorry your boyfriend wears women’s clothes.”
She started to walk over, but then she saw Tom approaching Paula. She stopped and thought about the situation for a moment, wondering if Paula needed her, then decided maybe it was best to let them work it out for themselves.
She went to the bar and sat down to wait for John. So many emotions were spinning around inside her head that she couldn’t see how she’d ever sort them out.
Paula and Tom weren’t the only ones who had some talking to do.