I wondered how I let myself be part of this. I never relished being the center of attention and yet here I was, literally in the spotlight among a roo...ful of strangers. Megan ignored the cries of the partygoers and modestly kept her legs crossed. I expected nothing less from her – no respectable woman would readily sit with her legs uncrossed going into one of these ceremonies, regardless of what the crowd demanded. I knew that it was time to slip the garter onto her leg, but I did not want to. She walked to a bar stool, rose on the toes of her moderately heeled sandals and lifted herself with a hand on the bar and a hand on the stool's cushion.She was quite a pretty thing though none of the bar's inhabitants, not the bartender, not the guy sitting at the bar nor the 4 guys at the table seemed to notice. The 4 guys at the table were watching the game. The bartender attended to some unfocused point out over the beach beyond the deck. The solitary guy had his iphone out.She wore a white. He paid for fifteen minutes, sat at a computer and put the usb stick in. Two files popped up on his screen...he clicked one called work...within minutes he found only one piece of information with her marital status, surname, where she worked and more importantly her mobile phone number...he opened up his phone and put the number in and saved it... Then he got curious, smiling to himself as he clicked on the other file after reading the title, scanning through the pages for ten minutes, reading. "Well, maybe not quite on the market just yet. Soon, though. I have a friend in the business and he got me one of the first ones. It is fast and worth every penny."I rubbed the console. "You must do well, then. I know I couldn't afford something like this car. We were never properly introduced. My name is Shauna Hawkins, but I'd rather be called Hawk. I'm a homicide detective from Houston."She reached out and took my hand over the stick shift for a moment that almost made my heart stop..