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“A new assignment, actually,” she said. “And I am so glad to get away from Y2K.”
“If I had your skills, I’d be rich.”
“You’re good looking.” She smiled. “You’re great in bed, on the floor, whatever.”
God, she made me feel lucky. “All because of you,” I said.
“It’s the Harquahala Strangler case,” she said, her voice half an octave lower. “El Jefe”—her secret nickname for Peralta—“has assigned me to help. I’ve been teamed up with Patrick Blair.”
“Whoa, the alpha hunk detective of the sheriff’s office?”
Lindsey smiled a passable Mona Lisa impersonation. “Are you jealous, Dave?”
“No,” I lied. “Hell, I thought he and that partner of his—what’s his name? Tony Snyder—were gay. They both look like they stepped out of GQ. Remember they’re in that calendar the sheriff is selling? Beefcakes with Badges, or something like that.”
“I thought it was cute,” Lindsey said. “Anyway, Tony has a nice wife and two babies in Peoria. He’s on leave to finish his master’s thesis. I think you’re jealous, Dave.”
I felt a hotness moving across my face and knew I was busted. She gave a delighted giggle.
“So why are they teaming you with Patrick Blair? He seems about as interested in database research as he’d be in studying history.”
“They think this dirtbag gets his victims over the Internet.”
“Serial killers keeping up with the times.”
“If you tell Peralta I told you that, he’ll murder me. It’s the biggest clue we’ve held back from the media.” She gave me a mischievous smile. “And no leaking it to that old girlfriend of yours, Lauren.”
“Lorie.”
“Whatever.”
“I think you’re jealous, Lindsey.”
We made love again, a slow, wordless, carnal thing that was the basis of us, as much as the books and the dry humor and the cynicism that hid some shocking hopefulness. Like home: that’s how it felt.
Then she was up and sliding back into her clothes, slinging her backpack over her shoulder. I was half asleep and reached out a hand.
“Stay with me, Lindsey.”
“I can’t, Dave,” she said. “I’ve got to go to work.”
“You always worked bankers’ hours.”
“New job, new hours.”
I stood and cinched up the robe. “Peralta’s degrading my quality of life. I can’t believe he’s making you do this.”
“I volunteered, Dave.” She pulled me toward her for a kiss. “No lectures, History Shamus. I don’t want to just be seen as some propellerhead nerd girl doing computer systems.”
“I think you proved that Monday night.”
“Dave, don’t worry. I’m a deputy sheriff, too. And this murderer is out there, right now.”
And then she was gone, the front door echoing hard after her.
I wanted to say, “Please be careful.”
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