The Case of the Missing Secretary. Diana Palmer

gone?”

      “To Venice,” he said. “She was seen boarding a plane bound for there in Miami.”

      “Okay. Which airline?”

      He told her, along with the flight number and time of departure. She thanked him, cutting off the conversation before he could say anything else. She turned her attention to the task at hand. She had no time to wallow in self-pity.

      Minutes later, she knew that Tansy Deverell had bought a ticket to Venice. But the woman who boarded the plane wasn’t Tansy. Whoever Logan’s cunning mother had gotten to take her place had forgotten to limp as she walked down the concourse. Tansy limped just temporarily because of an accident while she was hang gliding.

      Kit laughed. She had to be a natural, just as Dane had said. She was getting the hang of this in a big way. She went back to talk to the skip tracers. They were masters at the game of invention to get information, and most of them could find a needle in a haystack within five minutes.

      Unfortunately Tansy was harder to find than a needle. They drew a blank.

      “I’m sorry,” Doris said, shaking her head. “But she’s harder to find than a white bear in a snowstorm. If she paid someone to take her place on that flight, she did it with cash. You’ll have to find a flight attendant to ask for a description, and even then, it won’t be easy. Those flights to Venice are usually full. Individual faces are hard to remember.”

      Kit could have ground her teeth. “What do I do?” she moaned. “Dane will fire me!”

      “Oh, not yet,” Doris said, smiling. “He never fires anyone before Friday.”

      “Thanks a lot.”

      “I did get you the name of a cabdriver at the airport who remembers an elderly lady with a limp.” Doris chuckled, handing her a slip of paper.

      “You angel!”

      “No kissing,” Doris said, warding her off. “You’ll give Adams ideas,” she added with a covert glance at the burly Adams, who was playing with a penknife two desks in front of her.

      “There’s not a thing wrong with Adams,” Kit said, smiling. “He’s a doll.”

      Adams overheard her and perked up. He got up, straightening his tie, and smiled in Kit’s direction.

      “He has homing instincts. You’ll be sorry,” Doris said under her breath.

      “How about lunch, Kit?” Adams drawled with a hopeful smile.

      “I’d love it, Adams,” she replied, “but I have to go track down a cabdriver. Rain check?”

      He brightened. He blushed. No woman in the office had ever offered him a rain check. He lost ten years and his morose expression. Doris studied him with renewed interest.

      “Rain check,” he agreed.

      Doris toyed with her pen. “I’m not doing anything for lunch,” she said to herself.

      Adams thought he might have a heart attack. Two women found him interesting in less than two minutes. Maybe his luck was finally changing. Kit was pretty, and petite Doris was adorable, even with salt-and-pepper hair and glasses. “How about a chicken burger, Doris?” he asked quickly. “I’ll buy!”

      Doris beamed at him. “I’d love that!”

      Kit eased out the door with relief and delight. Doris and Adams were both middle-aged loners with no family to speak of. Why hadn’t anyone ever thought of tossing them together?

      That made her think of salads, and she remembered that she hadn’t had any lunch. Thanks to Logan Deverell, she’d probably starve. If she didn’t die of pneumonia from standing around in wet clothes. First, she was going home to change and eat a sandwich. Then she’d find that cabbie.

      Chapter Two

      Kit found the cabdriver without great difficulty. Yes, he did remember an elderly woman with a limp. He’d taken her to the bus station.

      With fervent thanks, Kit rushed over to the bus station. One of the ticket agents remembered a silver-haired woman with a limp. She’d taken a bus to San Antonio.

      Kit groaned. She shouldn’t have taken time to change clothes and eat lunch. By the time she could get to San Antonio, Tansy would be long gone.

      She went back to the office, downcast and gloomy, to tell Dane what she’d found out.

      “Chris mentioned a relative in San Antonio named Emmett, but I don’t know if he’s got the same last name as Logan and Chris.”

      But Dane only grinned. “No problem,” he said. “I’ve got a contact in San Antonio who owes me a favor. This will be a great time to collect.”

      “Will I need to go out there?” she asked hesitantly.

      “Of course not. Logan only wants to know where she is. We won’t be obliged to follow her. Not yet, anyway,” he added with a knowing smile.

      Kit was given a new assignment, one which wasn’t quite as interesting as trying to find an elderly needle in a haystack. A man wanted his wife followed to see if she was two-timing him. This was relatively easy for Kit to do, especially since the woman seemed bent on a shopping spree.

      Staying a little behind the woman, Kit was just congratulating herself on her stealth when Logan Deverell loomed up in her path and brought her to a standstill.

      “Where is the Dawson file?” he demanded. “Some private detective you are, you can’t even put things in their proper place!”

      Kit could have hit him. The woman she’d been shadowing couldn’t possibly have missed hearing her loud ex-boss denouncing her. Sure enough, the woman gave her a startled glance and dived toward the nearest cab.

      “There, look what you’ve done,” Kit cried, exasperated. “I’m on a case! I was shadowing a client, for heaven’s sake…!”

      “I want the Dawson file,” he said. “None of those would-be secretaries have any idea how to find it. You’ve got to come back with me. I’m going to lose my most influential client if you don’t.”

      “I should care?” she burst out.

      He glowered down at her. His dark eyes narrowed with irritation. “You’re costing me time,” he muttered, slamming back the immaculate white cuff of his shirt so that he could see the gold watch embedded in the thick, curling black hair on his muscular wrist.

      “I was on a case,” she pointed out. “You hijacked me. Speaking of hijacking—”

      He was pulling her along as she spoke. “Can’t you be quiet for two minutes running?” he asked conversationally. “All you need to do is find a file. What’s so difficult about that?”

      While she was trying to formulate it in words of one syllable that he might be able to understand, he helped her into his gray Lincoln.

      I’m crazy, that’s what I am, Kit thought as he got in under the wheel. He’s blown an assignment for me, fired me, humiliated me and here I am letting him lead me to his office to work for him on my own time! Well, actually, she admitted it was on Dane’s time.

      “Have you found my mother yet?” he asked as he pulled away from the curb.

      “We’re working on it,” she said.

      He cocked a busy eyebrow. “I thought you were in charge of the case?”

      “I am. But I lost her at the bus station.”

      He chuckled. “My mother wouldn’t be caught dead on a bus.”

      “She would and did, to escape surveillance. Doesn’t she have a relative named Emmett in San Antonio?” she persisted, remembering only then that Chris had warned her never to mention him.

      “Oh,