Dangerous Liaisons. Maggie Price

      “About four. I drove to my decorator’s shop where I spent an hour or so selecting fabric for drapes I’m having done.”

      “Then?”

      “I came back here, worked out at Sebastian’s and drove to Phillip’s house. You know the rest.”

      Jake’s gaze returned to the file in her lap. “I need the names of the women you fixed Ormiston up with.”

      When she hesitated, he added, “I can have a subpoena here within the hour if you have a problem giving me the information.”

      “No.” She slicked her tongue over her lips. “It’s just that I promise my clients privacy. Confidentiality.”

      “You promised that to Ormiston, too. If someone he met through this dating service killed him, they gave up all right to privacy.”

      “Yes.” She stared at the fingers she’d linked together. “It’s my company’s responsibility to make matchmaking a safe process. We do an intensive screen on all of our clients. Conduct background checks. Credit history. Psychological and personality tests. What if we missed something?”