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branch, but he hadn’t been able to think up a better cover story on the spur of the moment. If he had admitted that he and Judi had fought that night, he’d probably be in jail right now.
    Phillip collapsed onto the bed. All this worrying wasn’t doing him any good. What he needed to do was relax. Shutting his eyes, he started doing the deep-breathing exercises he’d learned in acting class. He could actually feel his pulse slow to a trot.
    A hot shower was what he really needed. He entered the bathroom, pulling his T-shirt over his head as he walked. Just as he reached for the nozzle to turn on the shower, he caught a glimpse of his torso in the mirror on the opposite wall. A brilliant idea began to slowly percolate.
    Closing the toilet lid, he sat down as his mind began to whirl as fast as the blades of a fan. Yes, he thought, exhaling with relief. It would definitely work. He’d just come up with the perfect explanation for why his DNA would be underneath Judi’s fingernails.
    He laughed a loud, hearty laugh. He couldn’t wait to screw with those obnoxious cops.
    Glancing around the bathroom, he spotted exactly what he needed to carry out his plan. Picking up the metal soap dish, he ran his fingers along the sides, delighting at its jagged edges.
    Yes, Phillip thought. Problem solved.

CHAPTER 10
     
    G irlie pulled her silver blue Jag to a stop in front of the Anaheim Crest Country Club. She clipped her Ray-Bans to the sun visor as a parking attendant dashed over to open her car door.
    “Good afternoon, Ms. Cortez.”
    “Hello, Jeffrey.”
    Girlie always remembered the names of the insignificant people who serviced her. It made them feel better about their menial jobs. Jeffrey’s over-anxious grin confirmed that.
    She swung her legs out of the car in a careful, dainty move. As she glided into the lobby of the club, she enjoyed the appreciative stares. The breast implants she’d purchased two years out of law school had been one of her wisest investments. On top of that God had blessed her with stunning physical attributes. Her fabulous legs topped the list.
    Girlie was not looking forward to this meeting with the CEO and general counsel of Big Buy. The milquetoast GC was tolerable enough, but the CEO was a high-caliber bitch.
    A hostess showed Girlie into a small, private dining room that overlooked the city’s skyline. The CEO and general counsel were sitting in club chairs, sipping wine. Their meal was laid out on a table set with china and sterling silver.
    “I have some good news,” CEO Rita Kimble-Richards announced, once the hostess had left. “One of the plaintiffs, Judi Irving, is no longer with us.”
    Girlie froze. “You fired her?”
    The CEO smiled and took a sip of wine. “Nope. She’s dead.”
    That news was a shock, but Girlie was more taken aback by Rita’s apparent pleasure in it.
    “Please forgive my sister-in-law’s lack of tact.” Evelyn Kimble, the general counsel, was always quick to correct the CEO’s foibles.
    “Oh, I didn’t mean it like that,” Rita said dismissively.
    The CEO was well past fifty, but her botoxed lips, tightened eyes and over-tanned skin, made her look like an aging freak. Girlie couldn’t understand why someone with her money couldn’t find a better plastic surgeon.
    “What happened to her?”
    “She was attacked during a break-in at her home on Monday,” the general counsel volunteered.
    Though close in age to the CEO, the prim and professional Evelyn was hot enough to pass for forty. Even Girlie admired her taut body, creamy skin and thick blonde hair.
    Vernetta obviously hadn’t known about the break-in when she was acting so giddy outside the courtroom.
    “I’d like to get this case resolved as soon as possible,” Rita said, taking another sip of wine. “Only the black and the Mexican are left. Offer them peanuts and get it over with.”
    The CEO’s crass comment caused Evelyn’s cheeks to color with embarrassment. “From what I saw of