Hotshot defense attorney James Scott always follows his gut -- even when it tells him an obviously guilty man is a victim himself. Homicide detective Owen Duke doesn't have time for gut feelings -- he lives by logic and evidence. And all the evidence tells him that Scott's client is guilty of the cold-blooded murder of a young ballerina.<br><br>Scott, a notorious media darling, is willing to risk his reputation and his career on the kid's innocence. But his undeniable charm is not enough to save his client's life. He needs Owen Duke, a man who stands for truth and justice, even if the detective hates Scott and his gut feelings.<br><br>What's supposed to be an open-and-shut case quickly becomes a quagmire of lies, murder, and rotting corruption. Suddenly, instead of being a thorn in Duke's side, James Scott is the only person in San Francisco the detective can trust. As the attraction between them deepens, they race to save an innocent man, but can they save their own hearts in the process?

Pas de Deux

But City Hall was right next to the ballet company and the opera house. And knowing how Scott had responded to finding out about Horan’s involvement, Duke suspected this had been an impromptu meeting at best.


“I’m on my way,” he said. “I’m going to call you back as soon as I’m in my car, and you can give me an update on where they are.”


“Do I get out and follow them on foot?”


“Only if they actually go to City Hall.”


If you only knew. “Just do what I tell you, Finch. And if they stop before I call you back, let me know ASAP.”


He dressed in record time, years of swift changes finally feeling worth it. With his weapon firmly strapped to his shoulder, he grabbed his coat, phone, and keys and headed for the door. He deliberately ignored the painkillers. He needed to be as sharp as possible to deal with Scott and Horan.


He rang Finch before he’d started his engine. “Where are you?”


Chapter 67