Risky Business by Nora Roberts

noisy and crowded with a high percentage of American clientele. In a corner booth, a man in a tight white T-shirt spun records on a turntable and announcedeach selection with a display of colored lights. They ordered a quick meal in addition to drinks while Jonas hoped someone would have a reaction to his face.
    â€œLuis said they came in here a lot because Jerry liked hearing American music.” Liz nibbled on hot nachos as she looked around. It wasn’t the sort of place she normally chose to spend an evening. Tables were elbow to elbow, and the music was pitched to a scream. Still, the crowd seemed good-natured enough, shouting along with the music or just shouting to each other. At the table beside them a group of people experimented with a bottle of tequila and a bowl of lemon wedges. Since they were a group of young gringos, she assumed they’d be very sick in the morning.
    It was definitely Jerry’s milieu, Jonas decided. Loud, just this side of wild and crammed to the breaking point. “Did Luis say if he spoke with anyone in particular?”
    â€œWomen.” Liz smiled a bit as she sampled a tortilla. “Luis was very impressed with Jerry’s ability to…interest the ladies.”
    â€œAny particular lady?”
    â€œLuis said there was one, but Jerry just called her baby.”
    â€œAn old trick,” Jonas said absently.
    â€œTrick?”
    â€œIf you call them all baby, you don’t mix up names and complicate the situation.”
    â€œI see.” She sipped her wine and found it had a delicate taste.
    â€œCould Luis describe her?”
    â€œOnly that she was a knockout—a Mexican knockout, if that helps. She had lots of hair and lots of hip. Luis’s words,” Liz added when Jonas gave her a mild look. “He also said there were a couple of men Jerry talked to a few times, but he always went over to them, so Luis didn’t know what they spoke about. One was American, one was Mexican. Since Luis was moreinterested in the ladies, he didn’t pay any attention. But he did say Jerry would cruise the bars until he met up with them, then he’d usually call it a night.”
    â€œDid he meet them here?”
    â€œLuis said it never seemed to be in the same place twice.”
    â€œOkay, finish up. We’ll cruise around ourselves.”
    By the fourth stop, Liz was fed up. She noticed that Jonas no more than toyed with a drink at each bar, but she was tired of the smell of liquor. Some places were quiet, and on the edge of seamy. Others were raucous and lit with flashing lights. Faces began to blur together. There were young people, not so young people. There were Americans out for exotic nightlife, natives celebrating a night on the town. Some courted on dance floors or over tabletops. She saw those who seemed to have nothing but time and money, and others who sat alone nursing a bottle and a black mood.
    â€œThis is the last one,” Liz told him as Jonas found a table at a club with a crowded dance floor and recorded music.
    Jonas glanced at his watch. It was barely eleven. Action rarely heated up before midnight. “All right,” he said easily, and decided to distract her. “Let’s dance.”
    Before she could refuse, he was pulling her into the crowd. “There’s no room,” she began, but his arms came around her.
    â€œWe’ll make some.” He had her close, his hand trailing up her back. “See?”
    â€œI haven’t danced in years,” she muttered, and he laughed.
    â€œThere’s no room anyway.” Locked together, jostled by the crowd, they did no more than sway.
    â€œWhat’s the purpose in all this?” she demanded.
    â€œI don’t know until I find it. Meantime, don’t you ever relax?” He rubbed his palm up her back again, finding the muscles taut.
    â€œNo.”
    â€œLet’s try it this way.” His gaze skimmed the crowd as he spoke.