The Witness

casual, turn in your chair. He’s got blond hair, kind of curly. He’s wearing a tight white T-shirt and a black jacket with jeans.”
    “Oh, yes, I saw him before, over by the bar. He was talking to a woman. She had long, blond hair and wore a bright pink dress that showed a lot of cleavage. He has a gold hoop earring in his left ear, and a gold ring on the middle finger of his right hand.”
    “Jesus, do you actually have eyes in the back of your head like my mom used to say she did? How do you know when you haven’t looked?”
    “I saw him, over by the bar,” Elizabeth repeated. “I noticed him because the blond woman seemed very angry with him. And I remember because I have an eidetic memory.”
    “Is it fatal?”
    “No, it’s not a disease or condition. Oh.” Flushing a little, Elizabeth hunched her shoulders. “You were joking. It’s commonly called a photographic memory, but that’s not accurate, as it’s more than visual.”
    “Whatever. Get ready.”
    But Elizabeth was more interested in Julie—the eye, which included a tipped head, slow, secretive smile and a shift of the eyes from underthe lashes. This was followed by a quick shake and toss of the head that lifted Julie’s hair and had it drifting down again.
    Was it innate? Was it learned behavior? Some combination of both? In any case, Elizabeth thought she could emulate it, though she no longer had hair to toss.
    “Message received. Oh, he’s got such an adorable smile. Oh my God, he’s coming over. He’s like actually coming over.”
    “But you wanted him to. That’s why you … sent the message.”
    “Yeah, but—I bet he’s at least twenty-four. I bet. Follow my lead.”
    “Excuse me?”
    Elizabeth looked up as Julie did but didn’t risk the smile. She’d need to practice first.
    “I wonder if you can help me with something.”
    Julie executed a modified hair toss. “Maybe.”
    “I’m worried my memory is failing because I never forget a beautiful woman, but I can’t recall either of you. Tell me you haven’t been here before.”
    “First time.”
    “Ah, that explains it.”
    “I guess you’re here a lot.”
    “Every night. It’s my club—that is,” he said with a dazzling smile, “I have an interest in it.”
    “You’re one of the Volkovs?” Elizabeth spoke without thinking, then felt the heat rise as he turned sizzling blue eyes on her.
    “Alex Gurevich. A cousin.”
    “Julie Masters.” Julie offered a hand, which Alex took, kissed stylishly on the knuckles. “And my friend Liz.”
    “Welcome to Warehouse 12. You’re enjoying yourselves?”
    “The music’s great.”
    When the waitress came with the drinks, Alex plucked the tab off the tray. “Beautiful women who come to my club for the first time aren’t allowed to buy their own drinks.”
    Under the table, Julie nudged Elizabeth’s foot while she beamed at Alex. “Then you’ll have to join us.”
    “I’d love to.” He murmured something to the waitress. “Are you visiting Chicago?”
    “Born and bred,” Julie told him, taking a long swallow of her drink. “Both of us. We’re home for the summer. We’re at Harvard.”
    “Harvard?” His head cocked; his eyes dazzled. “Beautiful and smart. I’m half in love already. If you can dance, I’m lost.”
    Julie took another drink. “You’re going to need a map.”
    He laughed, held out his hands. Julie took one, rose.
    “Come on, Liz. Let’s show him how a couple of Harvard girls get down.”
    “Oh, but he wants to dance with you.”
    “Both.” Alex kept his extended hand out. “Which makes me the luckiest man in the room.”
    She started to decline, but Julie gave her another version of the eye behind Alex’s back, which involved a lot of rolling, eyebrow wiggling, grimacing. So she took his hand.
    He wasn’t actually asking her to dance, but Elizabeth gave him credit for manners when he could have left her sitting alone at the table. She did her best to join in without getting in the way. It didn’t matter, she loved dancing. She loved the music. She loved the noise rising around her, the movements, the smells.
    When she smiled it wasn’t practiced, just a natural curve of her lips. Alex sent her a wink and a grin as he laid his hands on Julie’s hips.
    Then he lifted his chin in a signal to someone behind her.
    Even as she turned to look, someone took her hand, gave her a quick spin that nearly toppled her on her heels.
    “As always, my cousin is greedy. He takes