most of it yourself.”
She nodded. He was right. “No apology accepted because none is needed.
And you’re on, but we’ll take my car this time.”
“What, now something’s wrong with the way I drive?” he growled.
She laughed as he followed her outside. “It’s simply my turn, cop. No big deal. Nothing sinister behind it. It’s just my turn. Okay?”
She stopped beside the rental that had been dropped off last night and raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for an answer.
“Okay. You drive.” Then he saw the sharp little black Porsche. “Do you have a fairy godmother?”
“Sort of,” she said slyly, and got into the car when he opened the door for her. She slipped the key in the ignition and had the 944 in motion before he was fully seated.
Sterling pulled away from the small ocean town and stomped on the gas pedal. “Sunshine, here we come.”
He covered his face and groaned. “The roads are wet.”
“Don’t be a cop today, MacDaniels.”
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Chapter Four
Kicking in the turbo, Sterling glanced at Joe only to see him turn disbelieving eyes on her.
She shrugged. “I just wanted you to see what it would do. Relax, I won’t get us killed.” Good line, Sterling, she said to herself as he turned to glance out the side window. Hurriedly, she added, “How far is sunshine? Any idea?” She let the car coast down to fifty-fivemiles per hour.
“When you see yellow instead of gray, I’d bet that was it. Do you always drive like you talk, fast and nonstop?” He’d never met anyone like this lady.
Whoever was trying to do a job on him had picked a real challenge. Of course, what better way to keep him off guard. Send a beautiful, flighty, airheaded woman to live next to him and torture him into talking. And about what? He had no reason to kill Red. Red was his friend. It was more than that. It was probably pressure from the department to clean up what was a dubious operation to begin with. He knew that.
“Don’t be quiet, Joe. Sometimes too much thinking is worse than none.”
He looked back at her and stated flatly, “You must be one superior secretary to receive a salary that supports this car.”
“I am,” she thought fast, “executive secretary to the president of,” she hoped he missed the slight falter in her voice as she conjured up a name, “Preston Industries. Surely you’ve heard of it. Offices all over the world. Computers. Oil.
Gas.” She shrugged. “You name it and we’re into it.” Telling the lie made her squirm a little in the seat. Some things were necessary. She’d set them right later.
Sterling’s Reasons
He cranked the window to vent the smoke as he lit the long brown cigarello.
Examining the finery inside the car, he stretched his legs and tried to relax.
The road unfolded before them, flat and unending. Sand, grass, short and tall, tasseled and bent, lined the asphalt. The ocean veered away from them as they continued up the coast.
Sterling turned on the radio. A jumpy light rock tune filled the air and she turned the volume up full. Tapping her fingers on the steering wheel and singing along, she felt his gaze on her just before he reached to turn the radio down to a whisper.
“You always try to put holes in your eardrums? I don’t understand it. People complain about excess noise on the job, kids playing too loudly, jets flying too low, and scaring Grandpa’s cows and then they get in their cars and blast themselves deaf.”
She merely smiled and flashed a glance at him. “You have to have it loud to feel it.”
“No, you really don’t.” He flipped the dial until he picked up a station that played classical music. “Now just listen to this…don’t be vibrated by it.”
The mood instantly changed inside the close quarters of the car. As the intimate sounds of a piano backed by violins filled the air, Sterling felt herself tensing.
She flipped her hair off her shoulder. “Richard Clayderman.”
His look was
She nodded. He was right. “No apology accepted because none is needed.
And you’re on, but we’ll take my car this time.”
“What, now something’s wrong with the way I drive?” he growled.
She laughed as he followed her outside. “It’s simply my turn, cop. No big deal. Nothing sinister behind it. It’s just my turn. Okay?”
She stopped beside the rental that had been dropped off last night and raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for an answer.
“Okay. You drive.” Then he saw the sharp little black Porsche. “Do you have a fairy godmother?”
“Sort of,” she said slyly, and got into the car when he opened the door for her. She slipped the key in the ignition and had the 944 in motion before he was fully seated.
Sterling pulled away from the small ocean town and stomped on the gas pedal. “Sunshine, here we come.”
He covered his face and groaned. “The roads are wet.”
“Don’t be a cop today, MacDaniels.”
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Chapter Four
Kicking in the turbo, Sterling glanced at Joe only to see him turn disbelieving eyes on her.
She shrugged. “I just wanted you to see what it would do. Relax, I won’t get us killed.” Good line, Sterling, she said to herself as he turned to glance out the side window. Hurriedly, she added, “How far is sunshine? Any idea?” She let the car coast down to fifty-fivemiles per hour.
“When you see yellow instead of gray, I’d bet that was it. Do you always drive like you talk, fast and nonstop?” He’d never met anyone like this lady.
Whoever was trying to do a job on him had picked a real challenge. Of course, what better way to keep him off guard. Send a beautiful, flighty, airheaded woman to live next to him and torture him into talking. And about what? He had no reason to kill Red. Red was his friend. It was more than that. It was probably pressure from the department to clean up what was a dubious operation to begin with. He knew that.
“Don’t be quiet, Joe. Sometimes too much thinking is worse than none.”
He looked back at her and stated flatly, “You must be one superior secretary to receive a salary that supports this car.”
“I am,” she thought fast, “executive secretary to the president of,” she hoped he missed the slight falter in her voice as she conjured up a name, “Preston Industries. Surely you’ve heard of it. Offices all over the world. Computers. Oil.
Gas.” She shrugged. “You name it and we’re into it.” Telling the lie made her squirm a little in the seat. Some things were necessary. She’d set them right later.
Sterling’s Reasons
He cranked the window to vent the smoke as he lit the long brown cigarello.
Examining the finery inside the car, he stretched his legs and tried to relax.
The road unfolded before them, flat and unending. Sand, grass, short and tall, tasseled and bent, lined the asphalt. The ocean veered away from them as they continued up the coast.
Sterling turned on the radio. A jumpy light rock tune filled the air and she turned the volume up full. Tapping her fingers on the steering wheel and singing along, she felt his gaze on her just before he reached to turn the radio down to a whisper.
“You always try to put holes in your eardrums? I don’t understand it. People complain about excess noise on the job, kids playing too loudly, jets flying too low, and scaring Grandpa’s cows and then they get in their cars and blast themselves deaf.”
She merely smiled and flashed a glance at him. “You have to have it loud to feel it.”
“No, you really don’t.” He flipped the dial until he picked up a station that played classical music. “Now just listen to this…don’t be vibrated by it.”
The mood instantly changed inside the close quarters of the car. As the intimate sounds of a piano backed by violins filled the air, Sterling felt herself tensing.
She flipped her hair off her shoulder. “Richard Clayderman.”
His look was
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