In the past few weeks she had tried very hard not to think about the fact that she was sleeping with the man Mercer Wyatt had chosen to take over as the boss of the Cadence Guild.

She yanked open the door and threw herself into Emmett's arms.

"You don't know how glad I am to see you," she said into his shirt. "How did you find me?"

"I called your office. Melanie told me you were here." He put an arm around her shoulders and glanced back to check the grimy hallway. Satisfied, he moved both of them into the apartment and closed the door. "What the hell are you doing in this part of town?"

"Maltby, the man who lives here, said he wanted to see me. When I arrived I found him lying on the floor of his study." She took a deep breath. "He's sort of dead."

Emmett looked pained. "Not another one."

She frowned. "This isn't like the last time. It looks like Maltby took an overdose of Chartreuse. I called for an ambulance." She sighed. "Not that it will do any good."

"Where is he?"

The stoic resignation in his voice annoyed her. "You don't have to act as if I make a habit of finding dead bodies." She waved a hand toward the study. "He's in the room down that hall."

Emmett walked to the doorway of the study. She trailed after him, clutching her purse.

"This is not good," Emmett said.

"Yes, well, it's a lot worse for Maltby."

"That's not what I meant. Some complications have come up. The last thing we need right now is a dead body."

He disappeared into the study.

Alarmed, she hurried to the doorway. Emmett was standing over Maltby's remains, surveying the small space with a considering expression.

"What complications?" she asked. "Don't get me wrong, I'm glad to see you, but what are you doing here? When did you get home from the camping trip with Zane and his buddies?"