"This is Quinn."

"Hi. It's Audie. Was that really your partner?"

"Unfortunately. How's the goose egg this morning?"

"Sore. Uh, I got another letter."

So this was a business call. Quinn had assumed it was going to be social.

The whole thing had ended rather awkwardly last night-she had refused to get checked out at the emergency room and left him standing in the middle of her building's underground parking garage. Not that he expected her to invite him up, but still…

"Did you read it?"

"I just finished reading it. It's awful."

"We'll be right over."

"No!" Audie nearly shouted. "Look, I'm sorry, Quinn, but can I just fax it to you? I feel very strange about what happened yesterday and I think you're a very… uh… unusual man, but I'm really not sure we should take this any further because I'm really not interested in-"

"Fingerprints, Miss Adams."

"Huh?"

"I need the original letter so we can look for fingerprints. That's why I wanted to come over."

The line was silent for a moment.

"Oh."

"But we can hash out that other part later." Quinn looked over his shoulder to see Stanny-O finally recovering from his laughing jag. "Are you at your office, Audie?"

"Yeah."

"Are your coworkers there?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Great. Keep everybody around. We'll be there in about fifteen minutes."

* * *

Audie's outfit fell somewhere between the proper pink suit jacket and the soccer uniform, Quinn decided. She was wearing a short black skirt and a gray silk blouse. Simple, and simply stunning on her.

Audie's hair was loose and wavy around her face, and she wore just a hint of a rich shade of lipstick. At the end of her long and shapely legs were pretty clear-polished toes in a pair of black leather sandals.