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girl.’
    ‘Then I’ll have to slap some cuffs on you,
sweetheart, and take you in.’
    ‘Oh, yes, officer…’ Her pussy is so wet from her
dream that his penetratingly deep voice easily begins resurrecting
the climax that died when she woke.
    ‘Are you going to confess?’
    ‘No,’ she whispers, her entire being focused on
the orgasm cresting between the open shores of her thighs and
getting ready to crash through her whole body.
    His voice is harsh. ‘You’re not going to
cooperate with me?’
    ‘No.’ Her breath catches as her swollen knob
starts melting like hot gold and flooding her veins with something
much more wonderful than blood.
    ‘Then I’ll just have to work you over, won’t
I?’
    ‘Oh, yes, officer…’
    ‘But first I think I’ll take my gun off and fuck
you.’
    The receiver is pressed tight against her cheek,
so he doesn’t miss a single soft breath or cry as she comes.
    ‘Interesting,’ he says quietly, ‘very
interesting.’

Chapter Four

    It is ten o’clock on Saturday morning and Carmen
is sitting silently beside Officer Reed in his spacious car. She is
filled with guilt and Cuban coffee and Cuban toast. She told the
waitress to go light on the butter, which means the chunky
middle-aged woman merely brushed half a cup of grease onto the
crisp slices of bread. She should be at the gym now working off
breakfast, and the fact that she isn’t doesn’t improve her mood.
The brooding skyline doesn’t help much either.
    They are heading east on 836 straight towards a
slate-colored ceiling of clouds suspended over a handful of
skyscrapers starkly outlined against the horizon’s strangely
menacing silver glow. Downtown Miami: banks, and more banks. Then
suddenly a small and perfect sphere forms in the clouds and the
sun’s rays pour through it in the shape of a pyramid encompassing
the city.
    ‘Wow,’ she says.
    Will agrees in his deep, soothing voice.
‘Beautiful, and chalk-full of evil scum.’
    She glances at him. ‘You would know.’
    ‘I hate to say it, but most people don’t give a
damn about anyone except themselves, Carmen.’
    ‘Mm.’
    ‘And yet, don’t ask me why, I love being a cop.
I love it so much I’m suspended half the time. How else do you
think I managed to get Saturday off.’
    ‘You’re suspended? I thought you were just off
duty?’
    ‘No. I’ve been suspended for almost three months
now.’
    ‘Why?’ She stares at his profile as he
concentrates on driving. In her opinion, he is the best police
officer who ever lived.
    ‘Because I believe in what I do, ironically
enough. I get involved, Carmen. If I see a shady looking character
hanging around on a street corner, I get out and ask him what he’s
doing there. Most cops these days just drive right by. They don’t
care, or they don’t want to risk getting shot. Any creep can pull a
gun on you.’
    Carmen observes that he hasn’t shaved in at
least two days. The rough five o’clock shadow enhances his strong
jaw, and brings out the blonde highlights in his hair.
    ‘Did you hear about that five-car accident a
while back?’ he asks abruptly.
    ‘No, what about it?’
    ‘I’m responsible for it. I spotted two stolen
cars racing each other and went after them. They ran a light at an
intersection trying to get away, and three people were killed.’
    ‘But it wasn’t your fault, Will,’ she isn’t
quite sure that’s true, but she wants to make him feel better, ‘you
were just doing your job.’
    ‘If I hadn’t been chasing those cars, Carmen,
they probably wouldn’t have run that light, and those people would
still be alive.’
    She doesn’t know what to say as she wonders how
he deals with guilt like that. Her feelings sympathetically walk
the tightrope of his hard mouth trying to weave a net of reasons
why he shouldn’t blame himself. ‘It’s a catch twenty-two, Will. If
you don’t do your job people get hurt, yet when you do your job,
well, they can still get hurt, but that’s not