matter of fact, the summer before, both men had suddenly appeared in my life, both for their own reasons, which turned out to be the same investigation. Aaron had moved into the apartment, become comfortable, and hadn’t moved out when his case was solved. Marcus, on the other hand, had become my paramour. Though he’d investigated the same case on a different level than the FBI, he hadn’t left me high and dry when the case was finished either. No matter how I looked at it, these two men were fixtures in my life. It was nice to have them around when life got crazy, but then again my life always seemed crazy to some extent.
“Have you heard about your car yet?” Marcus asked.
“Freedom called earlier. I did a sketch of the woman that she passed around, and it seems this woman has pulled a couple of similar robberies in the past month or so. Imagine the nerve of the old bag?” I leaned back and sipped the beer the waitress had left in front of me. “Free said the cops would keep an eye out for her, but I thought I saw her yesterday. When I went back to the spot, she had disappeared.”
Marcus lifted his cup of coffee and glanced at me over the rim.
“What would you have done if she’d still been there?”
“Called the cops, I guess. I’m not about to take on a gun-toting harridan like her. The woman is a nut, a very dangerous nut.” I snorted out that last part.
He nodded in agreement as I spoke. For once I had said the right thing. My day was looking up. The inner voice started to nag as I sipped the beer. Tell him what happened today. He’ll understand and you’ll feel better for getting it off your mind . Where was that ‘shut up’ button when I needed it most?
“So, do the PPD have a handle on her yet?”
“I’m not sure, other than that the people she robbed have agreed to testify against her when they do catch her. I just want my car back. Since it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen anytime soon, and I only have Lola’s for a few more days. I reported the loss to my insurance company.”
The burgers and fries arrived. The fragrant aroma wafted to my nose. I laced the fries with vinegar and ketchup. Rhode Islanders love vinegar on their fries, it’s the only way to have them.
We dug in with fervor. Neither of us spoke for a while as we chowed down the heavenly meal. There is no way I could ever be a vegan. Carnivorous habits are ingrained into every fiber of my being. I enjoy a grilled steak, barbecued chicken, and yes, even pork chops. I draw the line at veal, though. I never liked it, even as a child. It must be an acquired taste.
When we’d eaten about half of the food on our plates, we both leaned back in the booth. I grinned at the way we had done so simultaneously. Marcus smirked and sipped the fresh coffee he’d been served.
“You realize you may never see that car again, don’t you?” he asked in a soft voice.
“Yeah, I realize it. I just don’t want to have to go buy another one. The salesman will begin to wonder about me.”
“Begin?” He raised a brow and laughed.
I laughed too. The car salesman already thought I was weird, but he’d made a commission off me twice now, so he should be glad when I strolled onto the car lot.
My inner voice still nagged. I tossed my hair back off my shoulders in an effort to try and quiet the words. It was useless. I sat back and sighed.
“Something wrong, Vin?”
“No.”
“How about coming back to my place for the night?” His eyebrows waggled. “I’ve missed you.”
I chuckled. “Sounds like a plan to me. A good plan, even.”
We finished every scrap of food and left Brady’s to head to Cranston. I followed the gray police cruiser as it rolled along the city streets. I was waiting to turn at the red light near the Cranston Street Armory when my Altima rolled by at a purposeful clip. I knew it was mine because it had the university parking pass in the front window on the driver’s side of the car.
I swung
“Have you heard about your car yet?” Marcus asked.
“Freedom called earlier. I did a sketch of the woman that she passed around, and it seems this woman has pulled a couple of similar robberies in the past month or so. Imagine the nerve of the old bag?” I leaned back and sipped the beer the waitress had left in front of me. “Free said the cops would keep an eye out for her, but I thought I saw her yesterday. When I went back to the spot, she had disappeared.”
Marcus lifted his cup of coffee and glanced at me over the rim.
“What would you have done if she’d still been there?”
“Called the cops, I guess. I’m not about to take on a gun-toting harridan like her. The woman is a nut, a very dangerous nut.” I snorted out that last part.
He nodded in agreement as I spoke. For once I had said the right thing. My day was looking up. The inner voice started to nag as I sipped the beer. Tell him what happened today. He’ll understand and you’ll feel better for getting it off your mind . Where was that ‘shut up’ button when I needed it most?
“So, do the PPD have a handle on her yet?”
“I’m not sure, other than that the people she robbed have agreed to testify against her when they do catch her. I just want my car back. Since it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen anytime soon, and I only have Lola’s for a few more days. I reported the loss to my insurance company.”
The burgers and fries arrived. The fragrant aroma wafted to my nose. I laced the fries with vinegar and ketchup. Rhode Islanders love vinegar on their fries, it’s the only way to have them.
We dug in with fervor. Neither of us spoke for a while as we chowed down the heavenly meal. There is no way I could ever be a vegan. Carnivorous habits are ingrained into every fiber of my being. I enjoy a grilled steak, barbecued chicken, and yes, even pork chops. I draw the line at veal, though. I never liked it, even as a child. It must be an acquired taste.
When we’d eaten about half of the food on our plates, we both leaned back in the booth. I grinned at the way we had done so simultaneously. Marcus smirked and sipped the fresh coffee he’d been served.
“You realize you may never see that car again, don’t you?” he asked in a soft voice.
“Yeah, I realize it. I just don’t want to have to go buy another one. The salesman will begin to wonder about me.”
“Begin?” He raised a brow and laughed.
I laughed too. The car salesman already thought I was weird, but he’d made a commission off me twice now, so he should be glad when I strolled onto the car lot.
My inner voice still nagged. I tossed my hair back off my shoulders in an effort to try and quiet the words. It was useless. I sat back and sighed.
“Something wrong, Vin?”
“No.”
“How about coming back to my place for the night?” His eyebrows waggled. “I’ve missed you.”
I chuckled. “Sounds like a plan to me. A good plan, even.”
We finished every scrap of food and left Brady’s to head to Cranston. I followed the gray police cruiser as it rolled along the city streets. I was waiting to turn at the red light near the Cranston Street Armory when my Altima rolled by at a purposeful clip. I knew it was mine because it had the university parking pass in the front window on the driver’s side of the car.
I swung
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