"Tell me the rest."

Harry sighed and went to the sink and filled the rest of the glass with water. "I said I stayed at your place for a couple of hours, but left after we had a disagreement of some sort... then I returned about one a.m. to talk to you some more and saw the hitmen out front, and that's where the truth started falling into place again."

He sat back down on the bed across from her. "I guess he asked you about the bar, and the song, because he didn't believe that we had really been there together tonight. I, uh, think it was a bit of a shock to some of the members of your squad as well."

She bit her lip and looked away. Being on some sort of date with Harry Denby was not her idea of a cover story, but if Martens bought accepted it, facing the puzzled looks of her peers was a small price to pay.

Diane knew that Harry had rescued her again, this time from the rat squad. She looked up at the awful mark she had scratched into his face and felt an overwhelming urge to touch him, thank him. Anything.

But she couldn't.

She couldn't admit that she had any trace of affection for this man.

Harry just sat there, studying her, barely holding his glass with both hands on the edge of the rim. He sensed her mood and said, "You know what Sipowicz said to me before he left?"

Diane let her gaze drift around the room and shook her head.

"He knew about Jill using your place, didn't he?"

"Yeah, I told him," she said as she tucked her hair behind one ear.

"Well, then he probably figured out that I was covering for you with IAB. He may be a hard ass but he cares a lot about you." Harry lowered his voice. "He told me that you didn't owe me anything for this evening and he's right. You don't owe me anything, Diane."

Diane couldn't stand it. Everything about him was making her come undone inside and she didn't like it. His voice, his green eyes that now looked hazel, that damn undershirt...

"Well, you know, Andy's right." She rose and began making her way from yellow to pink. "I didn't ask for all of this. I didn't ask for Don to, to buy in with those Dominicans."

She was beginning to lose it. "I didn't ask for you... and Jill to lie to me!"

She was almost at the door. "I didn't ask to be dragged around my home in the middle of the night by some killer looking for drugs!"