Lindsey came up beside him. “So, let me look
at you.” The guy stood back and regarded Seth up and down like a piece of prime
beef. “Yes, well, lovely, but maybe a little casual for the occasion. I know it
sounds like an athletic event, but really it’s more”—he waved a hand gracefully—“shall
we say, social?” He walked around Seth, making a “hmmm” sound.
“Look, I don’t care about the social niceties.
I just want to catch a fucking kidnapper.”
“Ah yes, yes, but we catch more flies with—Armani.”
He laughed. “Come with me.”
It wasn’t a trial to follow that butt.
Lindsey threw open a door, and Seth walked
in behind him. “Holy shit.”
Lindsey turned and placed a hand on his chest.
“Yes, dear, I know. Decadent. It may be the sign of a devolving civilization, but
this is my closet.”
This was a room his family home could fit
in twice. “Department stores don’t have this many clothes.”
dear. We never shop at department stores.” He waved a hand down his body. “Obviously,
nothing that fits me is going to fit you.” He touched the epaulet on the leather
jacket. “Those shoulders. Oh my.” He sighed. “Anyway, I happen to have a blazer
that was delivered to me in the wrong size. My guess is that it’s divine plan, because
I think it will fit you perfectly.” He walked to the racks of clothing and pulled
out a deep-green blazer.
Seth touched the material. Butter. Shit,
not his style. He shook his head. “I don’t need this. Thanks, though.”
Lindsey hooked the jacket on a display hanger
and crossed his arms. “Listen, dear. You asked me to take you to this event. I’m
also very interested in you capturing these horrible people. After all, their victims
are my friends. So do this my way.” He pointed at the coat. “That jacket cost half
your annual salary. No one is going to smell cop when I get through with you. They’ll
talk to you because you’re a friend of mine and that’s all they need to know. Understand?”
Seth frowned. “What do I say when they ask
what I do?”
“You work for the government in a classified
capacity. End of story. You could tell them, but—”
“I’d have to kill them.” He cracked half
a grin. “That’s pretty ingenious.”
“But of course.”