Free Superbia 2 by Bernard Schaffer Page B

license plate.  The rear windows of the van were tinted, and there were no street lights in the apartment building parking lot.  Ophelia was crammed into the corner of the rear compartment, pushed up against the toys and coats stashed in the back.  Frank leaned over her legs to get a better look, but the numbers on the license plate were unreadable.  “We’re just going to have to sit here until he comes out then.  If I can’t identify this guy, we’re screwed.”
    “It’s cold in here,” she said. 
    “We can’t turn the car on or it will draw attention.”  He looked around the seats and said, “There’s a blanket up here.  Here you go.” 
    It was soft and pink and had fuzzy images of elephants on it.  Ophelia pressed it to her face and said, “Oh my God, it smells like babies.  I love it!”
    Now it’s going to smell like a stripper, Frank thought.  Have to wash that one as soon as I get home.
    A man came out of the apartment building and Frank sat up with the binoculars. “Is that him?”
    “Let me see.”  She wedged between him and the back of the van, trying to get a better look.  “Give me those things.” 
    He handed her the binoculars and wrapped his arms around hers to show her how to focus them.  Her rear end was pushed up against him as she leaned forward.  “I don’t know,” she said.  “Uh oh.”
    “Uh oh, what?”
    “He’s looking right at us.  I think he’s coming over here.”
    “Get the fuck out of here.”  Frank looked over her shoulder and saw a tall man coming across the parking lot right for them.  “Shit!  Did I lock the front doors?  Christ.  My gun is up front.”
    The man came right up to the window and pressed his face against it, looking in. 
    Ophelia grabbed Frank and crushed her mouth against his, sticking her tongue inside of his mouth.  She moaned loudly and grabbed his hands, putting them against her breasts, rubbing them in circular motions.  “Yeah, yeah, keep doing that,” she moaned.  
    She bit his ear, then bit his neck.  She sucked his chin and scratched the front of his chest with her nails through his shirt.  She bent over in front of him and reached for his crotch, grabbing between his legs and saying, “Are you ready for me, baby?”
    The man outside the van banged his hand on the window and said, “Get a fucking room, freaks!”
    Neither one of them moved.  The man backed away from the van and went back towards the apartment building.  All they saw was the dim glow of his cellphone as he held it to his ear, calling the police about them , no doubt. 
    “Holy shit!” Frank gasped. 
    “That was fucking hot!”
    “We’ve gotta get out of here before the cops show up,” Frank said.  “Quick, get in the front.”
    “You are a cop.  What do you care?”
    “Because I don’t want anybody to see me waving my badge around.  Come on.” 
    He waited for her to climb in front of him and took a minute to adjust his pants.  She spun around in the seat and said, “Playing with yourself?”
    “You wish.”
    “Come on up here and I’ll play with it for you while you drive.”
    Frank laughed and climbed up into the driver’s seat.  “You shouldn’t kid around like that.  Somebody might take you serious and cause all sorts of problems.”
    She didn’t answer. 
    Frank turned the van on and started to drive. 

10. “He told me he had this big plan for revenge, but all it turned out to be was getting me back on the job and being a pain in the Chief’s ass.  Some plan.  Now he’s not even in detectives anymore.” There was a pitcher of soda next to her.  Aprille filled her third glass and tapped her nails on the table.  The food hadn’t arrived yet. 
    “Maybe he just needs more time to work it out.  I know he’s up to something,” Marcus said.  “Could he be letting you get back on your feet before he brings you into it?”
    “So I can sit around reading policies and not responding to calls?  I