Maddie, standing behind him, laughed softly. People usually stared the first time they saw Nikki Welles. At least five ten, her body was encased in a black leather jacket and pants that showed off her lean strength. Straight black hair was pulled into a ponytail that hung down her back and her face was defined by high, slashing cheekbones and deep-set black eyes that had a “Don’t fuck with me” look. A mischievous smile curved her lips as she looked at Dan, then at Maddie standing nearly nude on the stairs and back at Dan again. “Well,” she drawled. “Am I here as an observer or am I supposed to join the party?” Maddie laughed. “Neither. Sad for you.” Then she sobered. “Nicole Welles, meet Dan Foreman. My missing person. We have a problem, Nikki. Let me throw some clothes on and we’ll tell you about it.” Dan turned and looked at her. “Maddie, I’m not sure—” “Trust me,” she interrupted. “We need help and this is just the person to provide it.” Nikki stepped into the foyer and Dan closed the door.
