She could finally allow her eyes to search the room for the auburn-haired woman. She saw Ricardo standing by the bar wearing a somber expression. Following his dark piercing gaze, she found the woman. She was indeed lovely. It came as no surprise that her brother would be attracted to her. Liane noted the look of distress on the woman's face as she spoke heatedly to her companion. Glancing to the opposite side of the table, Liane saw the man sitting with her. She nearly gasped, stiffening as soon as she recognized the man's brown leather flight jacket. Slowly her eyes went to his bearded face. A familiar face – one she thought she'd never see again. Ralph Devereaux. Her mind raced over their previous meeting. Suddenly it occurred to her that this man was not her brother's agent. He was more than likely the person who had really murdered Devereaux. She must have walked into the agent's office before he had a chance to escape his crime.
