Dive into a romantic Hollywood mystery for Valentine’s:

“Did they know about The Buccaneers?”

“It’s a sex club, Ms. Brown.”

“You said it was an after-hours club.”

“Good, you’re paying attention.” He made a pyramid of his hands, tapped his fingertips against his lips, thought for a moment, then pushed his chair back from the desk, stood, and extended his hand toward Anne. “Thanks for coming in, Ms. Brown. And the book tip, I’ll try to get my hands on a copy.”

Anne rose and shook his hand. “A sex club?”

“You look worried, Ms. Brown. Anything else you’d like to tell me?”

Anne was focused on their hands. They were still clasped. Their palms together made a small humidity zone. He wasn’t particularly squeezing her hand, but she felt pressed, like he was trying to wring something out of her. Was it about the nature of the house party? About some hearsay incident on a movie set? About a movie star and their sexual orientation? “I, I can’t think of anything right now, detective.”

Listen to chapter 8, “U Can’t Touch This,” narrated by London based Pippa Rathborne: