Chapter 1 "Want a job?" Cora Felton eyed Becky Baldwin suspiciously. "What kind of job?" "A little detective work?" "Does it involve blackmail?" "No." "Does it involve my ex-husband?" "Which one?" Cora rounded her lips, pointed at Becky. "Oooh. Nice shot. You are really getting quite accomplished. It's hard to believe you're only sixteen." Becky was in her late twenties; she only looked sixteen. Her long blond hair, angel face, and willowy figure belied the fact that she was an accomplished trial lawyer who deserved a wider practice. The only thing that held her back was the fact that Bakerhaven, Connecticut, had virtually no crime, aside from the occasional murder. "Yeah, yeah," Becky said. "And I could have had a wonderful career as an attorney if I only had the gumption to leave town." "Why don't you?" "I don't want to work for a firm. I want to work for myself." "Yeah, but if there is no work--" "There's work. I have a case. You want in?" "Is there a crossword puzzle involved?" "You are the most suspicious person I ever met." "That's an evasion." Cora despised crossword puzzles, a rather unfortunate situation for the nationally famous Puzzle Lady, whose benevolent, grandmotherly face appeared on a syndicated daily crossword puzzle and who hawked breakfast cereal to school children on television. She hated crosswords because she couldn't do them. She was, in fact, a fraud, fronting for her niece. Sherry Carter originally dreamed up the idea as a means of hiding from her abusive ex-husband. Happily, that was no longer necessary; still, revealing to the puzzle-solving, breakfast-eating general population that the lovable icon they had been revering for years was actually the cruciverbal Milli Vanilli was not an option. "There are no puzzles involved," Becky promised. "Or ex-husbands?" "Your ex-husband Melvin is not involved," Becky said. "As for the rest, I cannot be expected to keep track of all the men you might have married." "I haven't married anyone in years," Cora said. "Really? Are you still seeing Barney Nathan?" "He went back to his wife," Cora said, not without a tinge of regret. Her affair with the married doctor had been her only serious entanglement in years. "I thought you knew that." Becky smiled. "Actually, I did." "Oooh," Cora said. "The bitchy barb. Snidely done. I like that." "Thank you. Will you take the job?" "Going to tell me who the client is?" "Sure." "Well, that's a switch. Lately you've been holding out on me, keeping me in the dark, treating me as a second-class citizen." "Not this time." "I'm glad to hear it. What do you want me to do?" "That's what I'd like to know." Cora frowned. "I beg your pardon?" "We're meeting the client tomorrow. Assuming you're in." "You haven't met the client?" "I've talked to him on the phone." "What did he want?" "To meet me tomorrow." "If I killed you, it would be justifiable homicide. Why does the client want to meet you tomorrow?" "That's the beauty of the whole thing. I have no idea." "Then how do you know you need me?" "I'm psychic." "Becky." "I'm meeting the client tomorrow. I have no idea why. I want you there." "Why? "I want a witness." "That makes no sense. You can't have a confidential communication in the presence of a third person. You're a lawyer, you know that." "I may not want to have a confidential communication." "With your client?" "He's not my client until I say so." "He hasn't hired you yet?" "He thinks he has." "That's not the point," Cora said. "The point is, if he hasn't hired you, he isn't paying me." "When he hires me, he will." "And if he doesn't hire you, I don't get paid." "You'll get paid." "How?" " I'll pay you." Cora looked at her skeptically. "You'll pay me to sit in on an interview with your client?" "That's right." "I've already pointed out why that's a dumb idea. And you still want to do it. Let me see if I can figure out why." Cora whipped out a pack of cigarettes. "You can't smoke in here." "I can if I'm doing a job and not getting paid." "You'll get paid." "Interesting," Cora mused. "Why would you pay me money just to come to your office? Ah! That's it! The meeting is not in your office." "No." "Where is the meeting?" "In New York City." Cora grinned. "Where in New York City?" "Manhattan, actually." "That's not what I meant. Are you meeting the client in his office at work?" "No." "You're meeting the client in his apartment." "Actually--" "In the apartment he shares with his wife who isn't home." "No, I believe he's a bachelor." "And you're meeting him in his bachelor apartment?" "Actually, it's a penthouse." "Ah! Of course! And what wonderful connotations that has--thank you, Bob Guccione." "Is that a problem?" "Oh, why should that be a problem?" Cora said ironically. "Let me see if I understand this: A young man is attempting to lure you up to his apartment with the offer of a job. You want me along, not for my keen insight, my astute judgment of character, or my impressive detective skills. You want me along because I'm tough as nails and have a gun in my purse." "So?" Becky said. "What if I do?" Cora smiled. "I like that." Copyright © 2014 by Parnell Hall Excerpted from NYPD Puzzle by Parnell Hall All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.