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Micah :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 9 из 80Hell, a lieutenant in New Mexico quoted the Bible at me."
"What quote?"
" 'Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.»
"He did not." He sounded shocked, something you don't hear much from the FBI.
"Yeah, he did."
"What did you do?"
"I planted a big kiss right on his mouth."
He made a startled sound that could have been a laugh. "You really did?"
"It bothered him a hell of a lot more than hitting him would have, and it didn't get me dragged out in cuffs. But I'm betting the other cops who saw me do it gave him hell."
Fox was laughing now.
There were cars behind us, honking. "Anita, are we going?" Micah asked.
"My assistant wants to know if we're going to Philly today. Are we?"
Fox's voice still held that edge of laughter. "Yeah, come on down."
I said to Micah, "We're going to Philly."
Fox said, "Marshal Blake, I am going to do what I never do, and if you tell anyone I did, I'll deny it."
"What are you going to do?"
Micah pressed the big red button on the little stand-up ticket machine. He waited for our parking ticket to pop out. I'd told him to do valet. When you drag your ass in at zero-dark-thirty, valet was worth it.
"I apologize," Fox said. "I listened to someone who was there in New Mexico. His version of your run-in with the lieutenant was different from yours."
"What did he say?"
We were in the dimness of the parking garage now.
"He said you hit on a married man and got pissy when he said no."
"If you'd ever met Lieutenant Marks, you'd know that wasn't true."
"Not cute enough?"
I hesitated. "I guess physically he wasn't that bad, but looks aren't everything. Personality, good manners, sanity—all nice things to have."
Micah had pulled around the little glass building.
The attendant was coming toward us. We were moments away from needing to get out of the car. "If we're going to make the flight, I gotta go."
"Why'd you turn down Detective Ramirez?" he asked.
I wasn't sure it was any of his business, but I answered. "I was dating someone back home. I didn't think it was fair to any of us to complicate things."
"Someone said you were all over him at the last crime scene."
I knew what he was referring to. "We hugged each other, Agent Fox, because after seeing what was in that house I think we both needed to touch something warm and alive. I let one man hold my hand and all the other men think I'm fucking him.
"What quote?"
" 'Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.»
"He did not." He sounded shocked, something you don't hear much from the FBI.
"Yeah, he did."
"What did you do?"
"I planted a big kiss right on his mouth."
He made a startled sound that could have been a laugh. "You really did?"
"It bothered him a hell of a lot more than hitting him would have, and it didn't get me dragged out in cuffs. But I'm betting the other cops who saw me do it gave him hell."
Fox was laughing now.
There were cars behind us, honking. "Anita, are we going?" Micah asked.
"My assistant wants to know if we're going to Philly today. Are we?"
Fox's voice still held that edge of laughter. "Yeah, come on down."
I said to Micah, "We're going to Philly."
Fox said, "Marshal Blake, I am going to do what I never do, and if you tell anyone I did, I'll deny it."
"What are you going to do?"
Micah pressed the big red button on the little stand-up ticket machine. He waited for our parking ticket to pop out. I'd told him to do valet. When you drag your ass in at zero-dark-thirty, valet was worth it.
"I apologize," Fox said. "I listened to someone who was there in New Mexico. His version of your run-in with the lieutenant was different from yours."
"What did he say?"
We were in the dimness of the parking garage now.
"He said you hit on a married man and got pissy when he said no."
"If you'd ever met Lieutenant Marks, you'd know that wasn't true."
"Not cute enough?"
I hesitated. "I guess physically he wasn't that bad, but looks aren't everything. Personality, good manners, sanity—all nice things to have."
Micah had pulled around the little glass building.
The attendant was coming toward us. We were moments away from needing to get out of the car. "If we're going to make the flight, I gotta go."
"Why'd you turn down Detective Ramirez?" he asked.
I wasn't sure it was any of his business, but I answered. "I was dating someone back home. I didn't think it was fair to any of us to complicate things."
"Someone said you were all over him at the last crime scene."
I knew what he was referring to. "We hugged each other, Agent Fox, because after seeing what was in that house I think we both needed to touch something warm and alive. I let one man hold my hand and all the other men think I'm fucking him.