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swear her face changes like a curtain falls over it, from the barest hint of a playful smile to all business. The temperature in the room drops about ten degrees.
    “Did he have a name?” she asks, writing on the pad and not looking at me.
    “The wife said her name was Tiffany,” I say, and cross my arms again. “But she said a lot of things that turned out not to be true.”
    “No last name?” she says, eyes still down.
    “I didn’t exactly ask to see ID,” I say.
    This is ridiculous. There’s no reason I should hate telling her this, but I do. Telling a girl you want to fuck that you sometimes pick up drunk, married women in dive bars isn’t a great seduction tactic, and I would very much like to fuck Detective Rivers.
    Not that I should be thinking about it. No attachments , Tony said. That’s why I’ve been going to other towns for sex. Less chance of having to see someone again.
    I’ve gone quiet again, and she’s just looking at me with those warm sable eyes.
    “Are you going to tell me more, or what?” she asks.
    I shrug, because there isn’t all that much to tell.
    “I went into the Rusty Doubloon, and there was an attractive blond woman sitting alone and drinking something in a martini glass,” I say. “I asked if I could get her next one for her, she failed to mention that she was married, one thing led to another, and we wound up in the Starlite Motel off of Highway 1.”
    “And the husband?” Detective Rivers asks.
    The husband kicked the door in while I was balls-deep in Tiffany, who was putting on one hell of a reverse-cowgirl show, moaning like she was in a porno. Probably loud enough for the entire motel to hear.
    “The husband used the GPS in his wife’s phone to find her,” I say. “He found us... in the act.”
    “The sex act?” she asks, so dryly that I think she might be making fun of me.
    “Yeah, that one,” I say. “He was upset, so we exchanged some words, I gathered my things, and left.”
    She looks at me skeptically.
    “Sure,” she says.
    Well, actually, he lunged at me, Tiffany dove off me, and I gave the husband a bloody nose before I grabbed my clothes, keys, and ran out of the motel room buck-ass naked. Then he followed me in his car until I lost him on the freeway just outside town.
    “Do you upset a lot of husbands?” she asks.
    “I’m not in the habit of picking up married women,” I say.
    Hell, I’m barely in the habit of picking up women. I only ever do it when I don’t think I can bring myself to jerk off one more time, because five years on the inside didn’t exactly do wonders for my social skills.
    God, the old me would be embarrassed.
    “Any other angry men?” she asks. “Husbands, boyfriends, fathers?”
    Probably, but I can’t think of them.
    “Angry women? Wives, girlfriends?” she goes on.
    “None that I’m aware of,” I say. “You think it was him?”
    Detective Rivers sighs and looks at her notes. Then she looks over her shoulder at the window, where the other detective and Eddie are still talking.
    “Not really,” she says. “Batali hates it when I guess, but I think he’s more likely to be upset at Tiffany’s next drunken conquest than still angry with you.”
    “Are you saying I wasn’t Tiffany’s one and only transgression?” I ask, trying not to smile.
    “I’m saying that getting drunk alone in a dive bar and going to a shitty motel with a stranger is rarely the first stop on the Infidelity Limited,” she says.
    I think she’s trying not to smile, too.
    “That sounds like a terrible train,” I say.
    “People usually seem to regret boarding it,” she says.
    Detective Rivers looks down at her notes, flipping backward through them.
    “Anything else?” she asks.
    “Not that I can think of,” I lie.
    The dollar sign emblem flashes through my mind again, but I shove it back. I can handle that myself. If the police get involved they’ll blow everything.
    “Is Stone your real name?” she asks.
    The question