She didn't have to guess who it was. The desk clerk had checked Harry into the room next to hers.

Diane waited a few minutes, gathered her wits about her and opened the door.

But he wasn't there. She called out quietly,"Denby?" No answer. As she stepped into his room, which was a much more pleasant shade of yellow, she heard the water running in the bathroom.

"Denby, you in there?"

Harry heard her that time and peeked out of the bathroom, still drying his face with a towel. "Diane? Oh..ah, did you here me knock? I thought you might have been asleep already." He turned off the sink and threw the towel in the empty bathtub as he came out. She tried to ignore the fact that he had removed his tie and shirt, and was addressing her in his slacks and tank undershirt, but his lithe, athletic build was hard to ignore.

"I'm a little confused about what happened with Martens." She put on her best businesslike tone and continued, "Why did he ask about that song? I though he was going to lay into me about letting Don and Jill use the place."

Harry bent down and began working at the lock on the tiny refrigerator near the night stand. "Well we couldn't have that now could we?" He unbent a paper clip and used it like a determined burglar. "I explained to him that the Dominicans had probably been tailing me for a while, since I was the last one with Don before he took it upon himself to hide his little nestegg."

The lock on the refrigerator opened with a pop and Harry exclaimed, "Eureka! Haven't lost my touch." He rummaged around inside the personal bar and came up with a tiny bottle in his hand. "May I offer you a beverage, Detective?"

"I don't think there's anything in there that I want, Denby," she replied coldly.

"I don't know, Diane. You're turning down a fine selection of juices in here. There's even some sort of mocha-coffee stuff in a can, which, I must admit, doesn't appear very appetizing."

"Just tell me why he asked about the song."

Harry sat on the edge of the bed and twisted open the tiny liquor bottle with a crack. "I wasn't sure if you had told anyone in your squad about letting Jill use your place, so I couldn't count on them covering for you. I told Martens that we had been together at the pub, and that we had gone to your apartment together afterwards."

"So he figured the hitmen followed you to the pub, and then followed us to my place?"

He lifted a glass from the night stand and emptied the bottle into it. "Yeah. It was pretty close to the truth anyway."