Cold Blood

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Rooney by now, Rosie, he’s full of crap. He should have been doing what I told him to do, like contact the psychic. We got two weeks, Rosie, just two weeks.”
    “But you told Bill to check out all the agencies, and I’m not exactly sittin’ on my butt doin’ nothing all day, thank you very much!”
    “Oh, shut up. And if you don’t wanna use the shower I will. Maybe see if I can see her tonight.”
    Under the shower, face uptilted, eyes closed, the memories came back. The way Jack Lubrinski had looked up at her in such agony and gripped her hand.

    “You’re gonna be okay,”
    she had lied.
    “Ambulance’s gonna be here any second, you old bastard, but in the meantime …” “Hell, if it takes being shot to see you whip off your panties I’d have done it before.”
    “Shut up, you perverted shit.”
    He’d died in her arms fifteen minutes later as the ambulance, siren screaming, cut its way through the traffic to the hospital. He was still holding on to her hand like a child when she saw the light go out of his eyes. They’d had to prize his hand away from hers. She hadn’t wanted to let go, sure that maybe there was hope, but there had been none. The blackhaired, dark-eyed Lubrinski had left a deep empty place inside her. Was that why she wanted Robert Caley? Was that going to be the game plan for the rest of her life, the look-alike Lubrinskis? Was that why she was attracted to Robert Caley, because he was dark-haired, with fierce, scared eyes? That was what she had seen when he’d taken the shades off, fear and pain. Lubrinski had always hidden behind the smart remarks, the tough exterior, until he was dying; then she had seen something in his eyes that had squeezed her heart. What was it? Why did it attract her? What she felt was in no way a mothering feeling. She didn’t want to mother Robert Caley: she wanted him to screw her, just as she had wanted Lubrinski. But at that time she had been married with two kids. She wished she had just once told him before he died that she loved him. She shut her eyes tightly, clenched her teeth together; she wasn’t going to cry now, it was all too long ago. But she couldn’t stop the tears, because for the first time she was admitting to herself that she had been in love with Jack Lubrinski. She had fought and denied it, even after his death, but now all these years later she wept for him and whispered to herself,
    “I loved you, Jack, and I still miss you.”
    Rosie opened the shower curtain.
    “I called the psychic. She says she won’t see nobody.”
    Lorraine reached for a towel.
    “Wanna bet?”
    “You going there now?”
    “Yep. We’ve got two weeks, Rosie, just two weeks.”
    “Oh, can I come with you?”
    Lorraine was about to refuse, but Rosie’s childlike eagerness changed her mind.

    “Sure, why not?”
    The address was good, but the apartment was in the lower ground floor and at the end of a corridor. The apartment block was an expensive one with intercom buzzers, top-level security and an underground garage for residents. Lorraine had been lucky; she had simply followed a car into the parking area, waving at the woman in front, who had smiled back, unaware that Lorraine had no right to be there.

    “Bingo, we’re in. We can surprise Mrs. Salina unless she saw us corning in her crystal ball,”
    said Lorraine as she followed the woman into the garage. .3
    “Learn something every day,”
    Rosie said, impressed, but Lorraine was already hurrying out of the car.

    “Good evening.”
    Lorraine smiled as the woman parked her Saab convertible.

    “Good evening,”
    she replied, switching on her blinking alarm and heading toward a private entrance door.

    Lorraine moved quickly to join the woman as she punched in the security code to access the elevator into the building.
    “Weather’s strange, nearly eighty already today.”
    She glanced behind her, irritated to see that Rosie was still getting out of the car. The woman nodded, more intent

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