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can get down these streets.”
    Sandy smiled shyly, as if caught out doing something untoward. “I might as well be waiting for some bus that will never come. Waiting for Dell when she’s in a cop meeting isn’t much different.”
    “Ah.” Michael shifted her briefcase to her other shoulder. God, she ached all over. “Still at it, are they?”
    “Either that or they’re up there sitting around drinking beer and watching television.”
    Michael laughed. “I sincerely doubt it. You know they’d rather talk shop than anything else.” She touched Sandy’s shoulder. “Come on upstairs. I’ll make some tea.”
    “Oh,” Sandy said quickly, “that’s okay. I’m good here.”
    “I’d like the company, and this is perfect timing. I was going to call you tomorrow.” Michael knew that Sandy was sensitive about her history on the streets, despite being proud and self-sufficient and incredibly brave. Michael was fond of the young woman and admired her. The last thing she wanted to do was make her uncomfortable. “There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”
    Sandy looked concerned. “Is something wrong?”
    “No,” Michael said, gently grasping Sandy’s hand. “Come upstairs. I’ll tell you.”
    “Okay, sure.” Sandy fell into step with her, nervously smiling, her hand still in Michael’s.

    *

    Across the street and six floors up, Angelo DeVito stood at the darkened window, his video camera trained on the building he was supposed to be watching. He absently reached down and rearranged his crotch while he filmed the two blonde babes as they cozied up together. The one he’d first taken for a hot little whore seemed to know the tall leggy one with the shoulder-length hair and movie star face. Man, he’d love to see them get it on for real. From what he understood about the targets, he just might get the chance. He flicked off the camera when the women disappeared inside hand in hand, and noted the time to mark the spot on the tape and the license number of the car. Then he settled in the chair in front of the window to wait.

Chapter Three

    “Excuse me,” Sandy said to Michael when her phone rang out the melody to “I Kissed a Girl.” She fished it out of her jacket pocket and swiveled away from the breakfast bar where they’d been drinking tea and talking.
    “Hi, babe,” Dell said. “I’m at Sloan’s. We’re just wrapping up, but I’ll be a little while yet. You anywhere nearby?”
    “Like upstairs?”
    “Oh hey, that’s good.” Dell didn’t sound all that glad.
    “What’s up?”
    “The lieutenant is here. She wants to talk to you.”
    “In person? Now?”
    “Yeah.”
    “I’ll be down in a few.” Sandy disconnected and shrugged at Michael. “Sorry. Frye wants me.”
    “Of course. I understand. Are you still…helping out?” Michael hesitated. “You don’t have to tell me, if you can’t.”
    “I don’t think it’s a secret. I mean, Sloan probably tells you everything, right?”
    Michael smiled, but said nothing.
    “Dell tells me stuff. Not much. She’s really all about the rules when it comes to the cop stuff.” Sandy grinned. “She’s loosened up some since she’s been hanging out with Jasmine, though.”
    “Sloan doesn’t like to talk about her work very much either,” Michael said. “In fact, when she’s involved in a case, she pretty much forgets to eat, sleep, or do much of anything else except work.”
    “That worries you, huh?”
    “Oh,” Michael said quickly. “I didn’t mean… She’s intense. I fell in love with her because of how focused she is, how driven. How…” She blushed. “Passionate.”
    “I get that part all right.” Sandy laughed. “Any girl with a beating heart gets that part about Sloan.”
    “Apparently.” Michael laughed. “I had to get used to that pretty quickly. Fortunately I’m not really the jealous type.”
    “I am.”
    “I don’t think you have much to worry about from what I can see,” Michael said