children.â
âSay again?â
âWe were both in Ricky Dittoâs house because his family was somewhere else. We were there to take advantage of that fact in order to advance our individual interests. Myself, Iâd never kill a man in front of his family, and I assume you apply the same principle to your own work.â
âActually, one guy snuck me down in the basement while his wife was upstairs. He had this fantasy about a sex slave . . .â Angel stops when Carter begins to laugh. So far, so good. âYou said something about more coffee.â
âSure, you want another Danish?â
âNo, too sweet for me. Just the coffee. I have the feeling itâs gonna be a long night.â Angelâs further encouraged when Carterâs eyes narrow just the tiniest bit. As men go, heâs a difficult read, but lust is lust and men have a hard time concealing their desire. He wants her. She can work with that.
Angel leans back and stares down at the table. Thereâs an imprint on the tabletop of the Pilgrims landing at Plymouth Rock in a rowboat. The man stepping on to the shore has blond hair and a pointy little beard. He carries a staff in his hand, a staff topped with a Christian cross. Just in case any lurking savages should misunderstand his intentions.
âYou have to protect me.â Angel runs a finger over the cross as she remembers one of the maxims placed before her at a seminar entitled âReach Out: Life Is For The Taking.â The race, Dr Maureen Lippcott had insisted, does not go to the swift or the strong. The race goes to the nimble. Conditions change. Adjust or die.
OK, so the dying part was a bit overdramatic. But you canât control everything. That was the lesson. Just a few weeks ago, sheâd read a story in the paper about a man â she canât remember his name â whoâd once been in the mortgage writing business. His company went bankrupt after the market crashed, but heâd read the cards before they hit the table. Within a few months, he opened a company that negotiates with banks on behalf of mortgage holders in default.
âYou canât leave me to wander the streets,â she says.
âDonât you have any friends?â
Actually, Angel isnât that close to anyone, which is another part of being nimble. You have to be prepared to move on, at least until you reach your final goal. âFirst of all, the girls I know are in the same business I am. Second, whatâs-his-face, that gangster, has Pierreâs hard drive. So what I should really do is warn my friends, not visit them. Hey, werenât you listening the first time? Those gangsters came to get me and ran into you. That means weâre joined together in their minds. That means theyâll be looking for me harder than ever.â
Angelâs encouraged by Carterâs nod. Heâs not disputing the facts. But thereâs something sheâs not telling him. Almost from the time she became a woman, Angelâs been attracted to bad boys. Her first lover, the last time she heard, was doing fifteen years in a federal pen for bank robbery and kidnapping. Angelâs always considered this attraction to be a character flaw, one certain, if indulged, to negatively impact her life plan. But now sheâs sitting across from the baddest bad boy in New York and sheâs got nowhere to go.
âYou have to protect me,â she declares. âYou canât wash your hands and walk away.â
Carter stares down at his sticky fingers, then wets his napkin and wipes them off. âYou want me to take you home?â
âI . . .â Angel shrugs, then says, âYes, you have to. Otherwise, I have no chance.â
âSure you have a chance. You can go to your apartment right now, pack a few bags and take off.â
âWhat if theyâre waiting for me?â
âIf a chance was certainty, they