have one more routine to go tonight close to midnight.”
I
surprised myself and wiped her tears away. “Maggie, this isn’t fair to you.
Something did happen with Mercedes and me, and I think she’s seeing someone
else.”
“Scott,
I think you need more than a coffee. I’m willing to benefit from what happened,
regardless of where it leads. Wait for my last routine. I want to hold you
tight. I need you too.” She leaned over and kissed me.
I
couldn’t resist her and enjoyed her kiss.
“Maggie,
I’m sorry but I do have something to do around midnight. If I didn’t I could
really go for holding you tonight.”
She
studied me and was doing a mind read on my brain. “That’s one of the nicest
things anyone has said to me recently. Thank you, and thank you for coming
tonight. I’m sorry you’re concerned about Mercedes, but I’m glad you came.
You’re a special man Scott…and I would like to be part of your life, in any way
I can. You have my number, and you know where I work.” She rocked slightly and
her tears flowed again.
She got
up quickly and bent and hugged me, and her fragrance was as intoxicating as her
routine. She reached for her discarded top, and left quickly without saying
another word.
Now I
was even madder. The last thing I wanted to do was to upset her. I thought she
was just being a tease, but now I knew differently. What the hell am I going
to do about it?
Chapter
10
It was
close to midnight on a holiday night. The money drop should have been done two
hours ago. He parked on an adjacent street to walk to the Dudley Street
station. Of all the places in Boston to pick, this might not be the best
choice, especially carrying money. However, it is what it is.
Chris
came around the front of the station and tried to casually check who might be
around. He saw no signs of any activity that might give him a reason not to
pick up the money. He darted inside the station entrance. The light from the
lamp pole outside was sufficient to light up the small waiting area.
He
jumped up on the metal bench and reached over the familiar sign. The bag wasn’t
there. His immediate reaction was that someone had seen the drop and had taken
the bag of money. He felt around the area, still nothing. He moved down the
bench and felt the other side, his hand touched on a paper bag. He looked
around one last time and pulled the bag out.
He
wanted to get out of this area as soon as his feet would accommodate. He
stuffed the small bag under his dark sweatshirt and headed out of the station.
There were three men in dark clothes crossing the previously deserted Tremont Street. He didn’t like the looks of the men or their focus on him. He turned and
headed around the building to his parked car.
He could
hear the beat of feet hitting the sidewalk and without turning, started to run.
He considered throwing the bag of money over his shoulder, but that was
something that he wasn’t quite willing to do. He could see his car parked on Columbus Ave, but he would have to cross the street. He heard the whoop of a police car, but
didn’t turn to see what it was doing.
He
unlocked his door and threw the bag on the passenger side floor. He started the
car and pulled out onto the road and noticed the police talking to the three
men across on the adjacent corner. One of the men was pointing at him. He
headed up Columbus Ave, but really wanted to be headed in the opposite
direction to Dr. Adler’s house in Chestnut Hill.
He could
hear sirens in the distance behind him and turned off Columbus, but didn’t know
what street he was on. He knew he was headed west, which was the right
direction. The neighborhood was not well lit and the street narrow since there
were cars parked on both sides. It was definitely not the place to stop or
break down. He noticed the blue lights flashing off the buildings around him
and in the rear view mirror saw the cruiser continue on Columbus.
His
heart was pumping and he wondered if he
I
surprised myself and wiped her tears away. “Maggie, this isn’t fair to you.
Something did happen with Mercedes and me, and I think she’s seeing someone
else.”
“Scott,
I think you need more than a coffee. I’m willing to benefit from what happened,
regardless of where it leads. Wait for my last routine. I want to hold you
tight. I need you too.” She leaned over and kissed me.
I
couldn’t resist her and enjoyed her kiss.
“Maggie,
I’m sorry but I do have something to do around midnight. If I didn’t I could
really go for holding you tonight.”
She
studied me and was doing a mind read on my brain. “That’s one of the nicest
things anyone has said to me recently. Thank you, and thank you for coming
tonight. I’m sorry you’re concerned about Mercedes, but I’m glad you came.
You’re a special man Scott…and I would like to be part of your life, in any way
I can. You have my number, and you know where I work.” She rocked slightly and
her tears flowed again.
She got
up quickly and bent and hugged me, and her fragrance was as intoxicating as her
routine. She reached for her discarded top, and left quickly without saying
another word.
Now I
was even madder. The last thing I wanted to do was to upset her. I thought she
was just being a tease, but now I knew differently. What the hell am I going
to do about it?
Chapter
10
It was
close to midnight on a holiday night. The money drop should have been done two
hours ago. He parked on an adjacent street to walk to the Dudley Street
station. Of all the places in Boston to pick, this might not be the best
choice, especially carrying money. However, it is what it is.
Chris
came around the front of the station and tried to casually check who might be
around. He saw no signs of any activity that might give him a reason not to
pick up the money. He darted inside the station entrance. The light from the
lamp pole outside was sufficient to light up the small waiting area.
He
jumped up on the metal bench and reached over the familiar sign. The bag wasn’t
there. His immediate reaction was that someone had seen the drop and had taken
the bag of money. He felt around the area, still nothing. He moved down the
bench and felt the other side, his hand touched on a paper bag. He looked
around one last time and pulled the bag out.
He
wanted to get out of this area as soon as his feet would accommodate. He
stuffed the small bag under his dark sweatshirt and headed out of the station.
There were three men in dark clothes crossing the previously deserted Tremont Street. He didn’t like the looks of the men or their focus on him. He turned and
headed around the building to his parked car.
He could
hear the beat of feet hitting the sidewalk and without turning, started to run.
He considered throwing the bag of money over his shoulder, but that was
something that he wasn’t quite willing to do. He could see his car parked on Columbus Ave, but he would have to cross the street. He heard the whoop of a police car, but
didn’t turn to see what it was doing.
He
unlocked his door and threw the bag on the passenger side floor. He started the
car and pulled out onto the road and noticed the police talking to the three
men across on the adjacent corner. One of the men was pointing at him. He
headed up Columbus Ave, but really wanted to be headed in the opposite
direction to Dr. Adler’s house in Chestnut Hill.
He could
hear sirens in the distance behind him and turned off Columbus, but didn’t know
what street he was on. He knew he was headed west, which was the right
direction. The neighborhood was not well lit and the street narrow since there
were cars parked on both sides. It was definitely not the place to stop or
break down. He noticed the blue lights flashing off the buildings around him
and in the rear view mirror saw the cruiser continue on Columbus.
His
heart was pumping and he wondered if he
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