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“Come on, my sweetheart. I’ll heat up some meat loaf and you can tell me all about it.”
I looked in on Julie, who was sleeping like a lamb. Without warning, I flashed on her first months, when Joe and I were afraid that she might die—a memory that was too, too awful. I shook the thought away.
I straightened Julie’s blanket, kissed my fingers, and touched her cheek. I whispered, “Sweet dreams, baby girl.”
I turned to see Joe waiting for me outside her door.
“I turned off my phone,” he said. “And I unplugged the landline.”
“I should turn off my phone, too, right?”
“How about it, Linds? Go off duty. We need some quality time, you and me.”
Turning off my phone was the easiest thing I’d done all day.
Joe served up meatloaf and green beans on a blue-and-white plate at the dining table, and he joined me in having a glass of Merlot. I asked for a refill, then attacked a bowl of pudding.
I took a long bath while Joe sat on the toilet seat and we talked together about my day of corporate go-nowhere interrogations, Yuki and Brady’s magical honeymoon, and a scene of bloody awful dom
estic violence. He told me some good news. He’d been tapped for a consulting job, home-based, laptop variety.
We went to bed early in our blue bedroom with soft city lights glowing through our windows. It was a blessing to make love and not think about the phone ringing.
And throughout it all, little Julie slept.
CHAPTER 30
I WAS IN the gym, huffing and puffing on the elliptical, when a hulking guy in a tan overcoat clumped across the red carpeting and approached me. I knew the elephant in the room. Knew him as well as I know myself.
“Boxer, hate to interrupt.” He grinned. He leered.
“This is a no-shoes zone, Jacobi.”
Warren Jacobi is my long-term friend and former partner. We spent about ten years of day, night, and overtime shifts catching gang shootings and homicides by various means, including bathtub electrocutions and angel-of-mercy-spree executions, to name but a few.
When I was promoted to lieutenant, Jacobi teamed up with Conklin. Later I demoted myself out of the bureaucratic nightmare of squad management, and Jacobi took the lieutenant’s chair. Not too long after that, Brady became lieutenant, and Jacobi, who had more street experience than all of us together, and who was suffering from old gunshot injuries and was also closing in on retirement, was bumped up to chief of detectives.
As chief, Jacobi was the go-to guy while Brady was on his honeymoon. I didn’t think the gym visit was a social call, but I got off the elliptical and gave him a sweaty hug anyway.
“What brings you here, bud?”
“I’m just a messenger, Boxer.”
What the hell? What kind of message got the chief of detectives out of the office? I pulled back from the hug and scanned the creases in his face, his hooded gray eyes. Had Joe called him? Had something happened to Julie?
“Spit it out, Jacobi. What’s wrong?”
“Take it easy, Boxer. It’s nothing personal. You didn’t answer your phone.”
I said, “So, okay. What brings you to Body Beautiful?”
He laughed. “I’m signing up so I can gawk at the spandex girls review.”
“Funny.”
“Okay. I’m running an errand for the FBI.”
“Oh. I guess my workout is over.”
