worked the cigarette down hungrily, arched her back and lifted her pelvis. âGod, youâre something,â she whispered through the smoke.
âA dinner over at your place, early to bed but not to sleep. Whoâs going to know?â
âWe start that, and it wonât stop.â
âSo?â he complained. âWhatâs wrong with that?â
She said soberly, âWe agreed up front about all this, John.â
âThings change.â
âThis hasnât. Weâre attracted to each other. We enjoy each otherâs company. The sex is out of this worldâand I mean that. But weâre both Crimes Against Persons, weâre both on the task force; thatâs conflict of interest. Thatâs a no-no. We are not taking this to the next step. Not so long as the present situation exists.â
LaMoia felt a tightening in his throat and chest, and felt almost obliged to break something. âBernie says the glass chips are automotive.â
She rolled up onto an elbow and cast a knee forward. She looked like a model to him despite a few extra pounds. He would never get tired of looking at her. He had tired so quickly of the others. She smiled coyly, âYou got this when ?â
He gave her the answer required of him, âThis morning, Captain.â She knew immediately that he had received the information ahead of yesterdayâs four oâclock.
âWell, you little shit.â She grinned widely. âI love the way you operate, you rogue son-of-a-bitch. Have I told you that?â
He wanted a different statement of love from her, and the comment stung him in a way she wouldnât understand.
âThe glass is from a side window, not the windshield. They picked up some tiny lettering on one of the chips. Ironically, the Bureau may be able to help us trace the manufacturer.â
âFord Taurus?â
âNo.â
âAnything else I should know?â
âThe pollen has been passed along to the botany department at the university for analysis. If Flemming finds out and grabs the sample, thereâs not much we can do. The university needs federal money. The Bureau can make up all kinds of shit to justify taking the samples.â
âFlemming doesnât need any justification. Heâs going to do what he likes.â A seagull cried outside the window. LaMoia looked up to see a gray and white blur. A second echoing cry, farther away. He wondered about the Shotz baby and if she was crying too.
âYeah, Flemmingâs little speech,â she said to herself. âGot to respect him, though. Did you know that he worked that CEO in New Jersey found buried alive? Intelligence dug this up,â she said, meaning Boldt.
LaMoia could feel her nervousness. He didnât want to operate in Flemmingâs shadow any more than she did.
âConsulted Hale from the start of thisâfrom San Diego on. Theyâd worked other kidnappings together. Didnât bring Hale or Kalidja on until Portland, after heâd cleaned house a few times.â She added softly, âHe meant what he said about walking right over us. But then again, he doesnât know us.â
LaMoia had not seen her like thisâFlemming had knocked the wind out of her, not an easy thing to do. âHale bothers me,â he confessed. âHeâs Flemmingâs hit man. Heâs the one thatâs going to do the damage, if anyâs done. Flemming keeps himself squeaky clean. Knows what heâs doing. Fraternity types were never my favorites.â
âHale is ambitious. Tough. Heâs marriedâthe only one of the three of them whoâs married. Three kids. He must feel these kidnappings as much as Boldt and I do. Yet Flemmingâs the one whoâs all passionate about the kids. Protecting his rank is more like it.â
âThatâs not how it felt to me. He meant that shit.â
âHale made a name for himself with the