Secrets Collide (Bluegrass Brothers)

started for the door.
    “No. I’m okay. Tell him what we found.” Gemma laughed as she dried her tears. Cy’s confused expression was just as funny as Cade’s had been.
    “We read through all the notes on the flash drive and there was this one phrase toward the end that read Sarah is the key . Gemma thinks this blonde woman is Sarah. The question remains—who is she?”
    “Wait,” Gemma said, “that club in the background. I know that club. It’s in L.A. and I happen to know the bouncer.”
    “Do you think he’ll know her?” Cy asked as he looked at the picture again.
    “I bet he does. She looks wealthy and if you and I both think she looks familiar, she has to be on the party scene. I’ll call him tonight before the club opens. With the time difference, he’s probably sleeping and waking him will not entice him to help. But we did it. We have our first real lead.”
     
    Gemma sat down in the chair Cy held out for her at the café and picked up the menu. This time the moment of silence when they entered only lasted a couple of seconds. She was growing on them. And they were growing on her, too. The town was cute and the gossip that was being traded at every table was friendly. Not the career-or-relationship-ending kind she normally dealt with.
    “I’ll have the chicken salad. Thank you, Miss Daisy.” Gemma waited for Cy to place his order before she talked to him. “This is a good idea. If we hadn’t come, I would've been pacing while I waited to call Joe at the club.”
    “Any time I get to spend with you is good. Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to go to a party tomorrow with me.”
    Gemma looked at him skeptically. “Will it end with high-speed chases and someone dying?”
    “No. It'll end with eating cake and opening baby gifts.”
    “Then it sounds perfect.”
    The café went quiet and then started whispering again when the newest couple came in. “This is big. That’s Henry Rooney; he’s our town’s only defense attorney. He’s been dating Neely Grace for a while now.”
    “Why is that big?” Gemma asked.
    “Because Henry is famous for his bad pick-up lines. I heard they fell in love over a battle of bad one-liners at my parents’ house one night. That and Neely Grace is smart, good-looking, and also a lawyer. We all thought Henry would end up marrying someone he met on the Internet who didn’t speak English.”
    Henry and Neely Grace stopped at the table on the way to theirs. “Cy. It’s good to see you again. Have you met Neely Grace?”
    “Of course I have. It’s been a long time, though, Neely Grace.”
    “Since high school,” Neely Grace told them.
    “And this is my girlfriend, Gemma Perry. Gemma, Neely Grace and Henry Rooney.”
    “Nice to meet you,” Henry said during a full body scan.  Neely Grace rolled her eyes and smacked Henry prompting him to say, “What?”
    “He’s learning,” Neely Grace said with an apologetic grin that told Gemma she was enjoying teaching him. Gemma giggled and gave Neely Grace an understanding look. She’d dated a couple of guys like that, too.
    Gemma and Cy enjoyed dinner and he told her about the fight at the peewee football game, which had her laughing so hard a couple people turned to look at them. She met some more of the townsfolk and before long she looked at her watch and jumped up.
    “It’s time to call Joe. I almost missed it because I was having such a nice time.”
    “Come on. You can call him while we walk back to Miss Lily’s.”
    Cy paid the check and Gemma went outside to call the club. She waited impatiently as the phone rang over and over again. “Hello. Can I talk to Joe?” she asked when the phone was picked up.
    It took a couple minutes, but Joe finally came to the phone. “This is Joe.”
    “Joe, Gemma Perry.”
    “Hey, Gemma. What can I do for you? Do you need to be on the VIP list tonight?”
    “No, I need to send you a picture and have you identify a woman for me. It’s really important.”
    “Sure.” Joe rattled off his cell number and Gemma sent the picture to him. “Okay, I got it. Damn, this is bothering me. She looks so familiar, but I can’t place her. There are just too many bottle blondes with big tits to keep them straight. But Nick at the bar should know. Tonight’s his night off. Can I give you a call tomorrow?”
    “That would be great. Thanks, Joe.” Gemma hung up the phone and turned to Cy. “Tomorrow. We’ll know tomorrow.”
     

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
     
    Gemma