contentment," I said with my face against her hair.
"Um hum," she said.
"Will you give me mouth-to-mouth," I said.
"I'm doing that now," she said, and kissed me again. "Preventive medicine," she said with her mouth still against mine. "Now what's up?"
Standing as we were, arms around each other, I told her.
"Three hundred kilos of cocaine?" she said when I was through. "We're rich!"
"Even if we keep a little for your nose," I said. "Current street price in Boston is a hundred dollars a gram, a hundred and twenty if it hasn't been stepped on too heavy."
"That's enough for a new car," Susan said.
"Un huh."
"What are we going to do with it?"
"I don't know exactly," I said.
"Are we going to turn it over to the police?"
"Not right now," I said.
"Why not?"
"I think we're going to hold it hostage," I said.
"Is that law-abiding?"
"No."
Susan moved her head against my chin. "I thought it wasn't," she said.
We unloaded the bags of cocaine from the truck and put them in the trunk of the Mustang.
"It would make a nice headline," Susan said. "Cambridge therapist collared in drug bust."
"Claim you were my love slave," I said. "Any jury would buy it."
Susan closed the trunk. "What about the truck?" she said.
"We'll leave it, eventually someone will wonder what it's doing here, quite soon if the weather warms."
We got in the Mustang, Susan on the driver's side.
"Will they trace it to the owner?" she said.
"I doubt it," I said. "I suspect they'll find that the registration is a fake."
Susan slipped the Mustang in gear and drove out of the parking lot and onto Route 128 very quickly.
"It would not be good to get busted for speeding with a trunkload of coke," I said.
"I'm only doing sixty-eight," Susan said.
"Yeah, I know. But I'm worried about when you get out of second."
I could see her smile as she eased up on the gas and brought the car down to the speed limit. I put my head back against the front seat headrest.
"Your place or mine," she said.
"Mine," I said.
"Tired?" Susan said.
"And hungry and in the throes of caffeine withdrawal, and sexually unrequited for six days," I said.
"There are remedies to all those problems," Susan said. "Trust me, I have a Ph.D."
"From Harvard too," I said.
"Veritas, " Susan said.
I closed my eyes and didn't exactly sleep while we drove down Route 1 and over the Mystic Bridge. But I didn't exactly not sleep either and when we pulled up and parked in my parking space in the alley in back of my place on Marlborough Street, Susan had to say, "We're here."
I fumbled the keys out and we went in the front door and up to the second floor and I unlocked the door to my apartment and we went in. I stopped in the living room and took off my jacket. Susan went into the bedroom. I dropped my jacket on the couch and followed her. She had turned the bed back. I took my gun off of my hip and put it on the bureau. Then I undressed and got into bed.
"Aren't you going to read me a story," I said.
"Not tonight," Susan said. "You need to sleep. But God knows what may happen in the morning."
Chapter 20
I slept until ten-thirty the next morning, and when I woke up I could smell coffee. I rolled over. I could smell Susan's perfume on the pillow next to mine but I had no memory of her coming to bed. I sat up. The clothes I had dropped on the floor last night were gone. I got out of bed and stretched and looked out the window. The sun was bright on the thin dusting of snow that had accumulated on Marlborough Street. I went out into the living room.
Susan looked up from behind the counter that separated the kitchen.
"My God, you shameless animal," she said. "You're naked."
"I'm on my way to the shower," I said. "You just happen to be in the right place at the right time."
"If you're not too tired you might shave as well," Susan said. She was mixing something but I couldn't see what.
"I'll try," I said, and went into the bathroom.
Ten minutes later I was reeking of
"Um hum," she said.
"Will you give me mouth-to-mouth," I said.
"I'm doing that now," she said, and kissed me again. "Preventive medicine," she said with her mouth still against mine. "Now what's up?"
Standing as we were, arms around each other, I told her.
"Three hundred kilos of cocaine?" she said when I was through. "We're rich!"
"Even if we keep a little for your nose," I said. "Current street price in Boston is a hundred dollars a gram, a hundred and twenty if it hasn't been stepped on too heavy."
"That's enough for a new car," Susan said.
"Un huh."
"What are we going to do with it?"
"I don't know exactly," I said.
"Are we going to turn it over to the police?"
"Not right now," I said.
"Why not?"
"I think we're going to hold it hostage," I said.
"Is that law-abiding?"
"No."
Susan moved her head against my chin. "I thought it wasn't," she said.
We unloaded the bags of cocaine from the truck and put them in the trunk of the Mustang.
"It would make a nice headline," Susan said. "Cambridge therapist collared in drug bust."
"Claim you were my love slave," I said. "Any jury would buy it."
Susan closed the trunk. "What about the truck?" she said.
"We'll leave it, eventually someone will wonder what it's doing here, quite soon if the weather warms."
We got in the Mustang, Susan on the driver's side.
"Will they trace it to the owner?" she said.
"I doubt it," I said. "I suspect they'll find that the registration is a fake."
Susan slipped the Mustang in gear and drove out of the parking lot and onto Route 128 very quickly.
"It would not be good to get busted for speeding with a trunkload of coke," I said.
"I'm only doing sixty-eight," Susan said.
"Yeah, I know. But I'm worried about when you get out of second."
I could see her smile as she eased up on the gas and brought the car down to the speed limit. I put my head back against the front seat headrest.
"Your place or mine," she said.
"Mine," I said.
"Tired?" Susan said.
"And hungry and in the throes of caffeine withdrawal, and sexually unrequited for six days," I said.
"There are remedies to all those problems," Susan said. "Trust me, I have a Ph.D."
"From Harvard too," I said.
"Veritas, " Susan said.
I closed my eyes and didn't exactly sleep while we drove down Route 1 and over the Mystic Bridge. But I didn't exactly not sleep either and when we pulled up and parked in my parking space in the alley in back of my place on Marlborough Street, Susan had to say, "We're here."
I fumbled the keys out and we went in the front door and up to the second floor and I unlocked the door to my apartment and we went in. I stopped in the living room and took off my jacket. Susan went into the bedroom. I dropped my jacket on the couch and followed her. She had turned the bed back. I took my gun off of my hip and put it on the bureau. Then I undressed and got into bed.
"Aren't you going to read me a story," I said.
"Not tonight," Susan said. "You need to sleep. But God knows what may happen in the morning."
Chapter 20
I slept until ten-thirty the next morning, and when I woke up I could smell coffee. I rolled over. I could smell Susan's perfume on the pillow next to mine but I had no memory of her coming to bed. I sat up. The clothes I had dropped on the floor last night were gone. I got out of bed and stretched and looked out the window. The sun was bright on the thin dusting of snow that had accumulated on Marlborough Street. I went out into the living room.
Susan looked up from behind the counter that separated the kitchen.
"My God, you shameless animal," she said. "You're naked."
"I'm on my way to the shower," I said. "You just happen to be in the right place at the right time."
"If you're not too tired you might shave as well," Susan said. She was mixing something but I couldn't see what.
"I'll try," I said, and went into the bathroom.
Ten minutes later I was reeking of
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