She’d turned the TV on, but was only half watching the news as Nick worked on his laptop. He was wearing reading glasses. God, he was gorgeous. “Roland says that he spoke to your detective,” Nick said. He was reading an email. “Yeah? Did she know anything else?” His hair was still damp from the shower and he wore gray flannel pants and nothing else. He typed rapidly for a moment. “Apparently Keenan is suspected in the murder of two men and a woman at a software company in Hong Kong almost two years ago, though he seems to be going by the name Curtis Venture. Interpol has a file on him as well, but she didn’t have access to it.” Blake contemplated the bottom of her wineglass. “I wonder how she knew to connect this Curtis Venture to Keenan.” “Roland wonders the same thing. He’s meeting her to go over the files.” “Hmm.
