Becca was frazzled to say the least. For one thing, she didn’t have a ride home. And for another, Jameson didn’t love her, but she figured she could repress that for a while.

About the time Jameson’s heart skipped a couple beats, Becca pulled a slightly tattered business card from her purse.

“Hello.”

“Can I speak to The Great Karl?“

“Hello, pretty lady,” Karl said. “Are you ready to come work for me?”

Becca hesitated for a moment, but she just couldn’t resist. She’d always wanted to know how magicians sawed women in half. If I learn nothing else, Becca told herself, I will figure out that sweet mystery.

“Yes,” Becca said. “But under a few conditions.”

“Okay,” Karl said, willing to concede to just about anything. “I think we can work something out, sweetheart. Why don’t you meet me at the Houdini Bar and we’ll go from there?”

“I’ll be there in about an hour. Just promise me, you’ll never break my heart.”

“I swear,” Karl just about slobbered. That was a promise he’d never break.