the MINI Cooper around in traffic and sped after it. My phone rang. I answered Marcus’s question with clipped words.
“My car just went by. Call the PPD and let them know I have it in sight, will you?”
“Vinnie, come back here. Don’t be foolish.” Marcus swore and then ended the call.
I caught sight of his cruiser in my rearview mirror. The light bar on the roof flashed as he passed me and cut me off. I slammed the brake pedal and skidded to a halt inches away from his car door.
In a snit, I was out of the car, yelling at the top of my lungs at Marcus Richmond, State Trooper. Traffic stopped in both directions as we stood face to face. My arms flailed as I pointed in the direction the Altima had gone.
“What the hell are you doing, Marcus? That’s my car.”
“You can’t become involved in a car chase, especially with Lola’s car. Think about that for a minute. You’ll endanger your life, her car, and other people, as well.”
My temper was on a roll. He was right, I knew it somewhere in my psyche, but I wanted my car back, dammit.
“You are such a cop sometimes, Marcus. Honest to God, I hate it when you are so sensible.” I ranted like a fool. He was right, we both knew it. He’d also been right to stop me from creating another crazy episode in my life—one I didn’t need.
A Providence Police patrol car slid to a halt behind the MINI Cooper. I turned to watch Greg Posely step from his vehicle. His six-foot-four frame was a powerful image even to a woman as tall as I am. His reckless Superman reputation preceded him wherever he went. Greg had an incredible record of arrests that added to his intimidating image. He’d taken classes at the university in my early years as a criminal justice instructor. A heckler, he’d made the class an interesting one, especially for the newbies.
“Things under control here?” Greg asked Marcus before he glanced at me. He nodded in my direction and then looked at Marcus again.
“Vinnie just saw her stolen vehicle headed toward Olneyville. I was in the process of prohibiting her from entering a car chase,” Marcus said with a dip of his hat-covered-head in my direction.
“Vin, you should know better than that.” The big lug smirked as he rested his hands on the heavy utility belt slung around his waist.
“Well, it’s too late now, isn’t it?” I retorted, a mite testily.
Both men nodded. I could see the smirk hover around Posely’s lips. This would be all over the station by tomorrow. When classes commenced, I would have to put up with harassment from the police officer students. Dang, it’s annoying when that happens.
The two men talked for a bit, agreed on a few things, and motioned traffic to move on. Posely recommended that I get back into the Cooper and be on my way to wherever I had been headed in the first place. He assured me that he would keep watch for the car. I believed he would, too.
In despair, I nodded and climbed back into the car. Traffic had dispersed by the time we moved away from the area. So had my temper. I continued to follow Marcus to Cranston and ended up parked in the driveway of his house before I realized it.
Once inside we sat in front of the fireplace and listened to the news. Nothing remarkable had happened in the state and my name was not mentioned when the death of Jabroni’s doctor was announced.
Marcus poured me a glass of wine and opened a beer for himself. I snuggled into the crook of his arm and waited to see if he would lecture me over causing the traffic havoc. When he didn’t, I glanced up and noticed his head rested back against the sofa in total relaxation.
“You aren’t angry, are you?” I asked.
“Not at all. You were just being you. There’s no other way to explain it. I think that’s part of the attraction I have for you, Vinnie. You do the unexpected. Sometimes it leaves a little to be desired, but you do things with such passion that I can never stay angry.” He kissed my forehead,
“My car just went by. Call the PPD and let them know I have it in sight, will you?”
“Vinnie, come back here. Don’t be foolish.” Marcus swore and then ended the call.
I caught sight of his cruiser in my rearview mirror. The light bar on the roof flashed as he passed me and cut me off. I slammed the brake pedal and skidded to a halt inches away from his car door.
In a snit, I was out of the car, yelling at the top of my lungs at Marcus Richmond, State Trooper. Traffic stopped in both directions as we stood face to face. My arms flailed as I pointed in the direction the Altima had gone.
“What the hell are you doing, Marcus? That’s my car.”
“You can’t become involved in a car chase, especially with Lola’s car. Think about that for a minute. You’ll endanger your life, her car, and other people, as well.”
My temper was on a roll. He was right, I knew it somewhere in my psyche, but I wanted my car back, dammit.
“You are such a cop sometimes, Marcus. Honest to God, I hate it when you are so sensible.” I ranted like a fool. He was right, we both knew it. He’d also been right to stop me from creating another crazy episode in my life—one I didn’t need.
A Providence Police patrol car slid to a halt behind the MINI Cooper. I turned to watch Greg Posely step from his vehicle. His six-foot-four frame was a powerful image even to a woman as tall as I am. His reckless Superman reputation preceded him wherever he went. Greg had an incredible record of arrests that added to his intimidating image. He’d taken classes at the university in my early years as a criminal justice instructor. A heckler, he’d made the class an interesting one, especially for the newbies.
“Things under control here?” Greg asked Marcus before he glanced at me. He nodded in my direction and then looked at Marcus again.
“Vinnie just saw her stolen vehicle headed toward Olneyville. I was in the process of prohibiting her from entering a car chase,” Marcus said with a dip of his hat-covered-head in my direction.
“Vin, you should know better than that.” The big lug smirked as he rested his hands on the heavy utility belt slung around his waist.
“Well, it’s too late now, isn’t it?” I retorted, a mite testily.
Both men nodded. I could see the smirk hover around Posely’s lips. This would be all over the station by tomorrow. When classes commenced, I would have to put up with harassment from the police officer students. Dang, it’s annoying when that happens.
The two men talked for a bit, agreed on a few things, and motioned traffic to move on. Posely recommended that I get back into the Cooper and be on my way to wherever I had been headed in the first place. He assured me that he would keep watch for the car. I believed he would, too.
In despair, I nodded and climbed back into the car. Traffic had dispersed by the time we moved away from the area. So had my temper. I continued to follow Marcus to Cranston and ended up parked in the driveway of his house before I realized it.
Once inside we sat in front of the fireplace and listened to the news. Nothing remarkable had happened in the state and my name was not mentioned when the death of Jabroni’s doctor was announced.
Marcus poured me a glass of wine and opened a beer for himself. I snuggled into the crook of his arm and waited to see if he would lecture me over causing the traffic havoc. When he didn’t, I glanced up and noticed his head rested back against the sofa in total relaxation.
“You aren’t angry, are you?” I asked.
“Not at all. You were just being you. There’s no other way to explain it. I think that’s part of the attraction I have for you, Vinnie. You do the unexpected. Sometimes it leaves a little to be desired, but you do things with such passion that I can never stay angry.” He kissed my forehead,
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