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doorway. “Hollywood.” She rooted right up next to him.
    “Shit woman, I’m busy.” His upper body convulsed, his eyelids beat faster as the flush of blood began to pool south. “You want in?”
    “No, Casanova. Your cell phone’s going crazy. Five missed calls from RP.”
    His erection vanished. Rose only called when things got critical. Usually he snapped to returning her call, but he’d imagined reuniting with Voodoo since their first meeting. And now— now —freaking duty called. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, scanning the room, seeing nothing. Duty always came first.
    “I’m so sorry, I gotta take this call,” he apologized as he tumbled through the dark scooping up clothes and his weapon.
    “Your wife?” Voodoo’s terse allegation stopped him while one leg hung suspended above the pant leg.
    “No, my job,” he said.
    “You running out on me again?” she teased in a pouting voice that tugged at his obligation to STR.
    “No, baby, but seriously, I gotta go.” He cupped her soft face in his hands and kissed her. His somber expression illustrated his concern for Rose’s call and the potential of losing Voodoo again. Hollywood hopped while he shoved his foot into a boot and bolted for the door.
    *     *     *
    “This was one crazy fucking night girl.” Voodoo collapsed onto the bed. She looked up at Bonny and exhaled. “Wouldn’t doubt if he transferred out by morning.” Voodoo laughed, but with a serious glint in her eye.
    “You’re not serious, Krystal? He was a total slime ball—wham bam thank you ma’am.” She slapped her palms together like whooping some ass.
    “I know tonight got weird, but you should’ve seen him at SWAT training. Something about him that’s broken—he’s searching for answers.”
    “He ain’t no stray. You can’t fix him. His remedy’s usually found in a bottle or a bullet,” Bonny admonished.
    “He’s got a soul, Bonny. I sensed it.” A sad smile loomed until a light rap against the condo’s front door alarmed her.
    “Back so soon?” Voodoo tried to cover her breasts.
    “Forgot my car keys.” His sheepish admission caused Voodoo to fake fan her face.
    “Here, hero. See you at the undercover briefing in about three hours. Be on your game, pretty boy. I’m counting on your best to watch my back.” She traced the clef dimple in his rock-hard chin—then blew him a kiss.

CHAPTER 5
    “Rose, sorry I missed your calls, what’s going down?”
    “Is that a police K9?”
    “Neighbor’s dog.”
    “Good you found a place to bunk.”
    “Actually…”
    “Never mind. Same old Hollywood.”
    “Well, it is the Big Easy after all.” Hollywood slid a pair of satin panties off his driver’s seat and tossed them across the console. “Wonder whose panties these are?”
    “Dwight, you’re on hands free and I can hear you. I allowed temporary duty because you claimed you needed to sharpen your field skills. If I knew it was to pick up tail during carnival, I’d have kept you up here to help STR get back on its feet.” Unmistakably pulling no punches, his boss, Rose Prospero wasn’t impressed.
    “I’m sorry, Rose, back to business.” The soft glow from his in-dash GPS reflected off an unshaven complexion. He fat-fingered in his hotel’s coordinates and zipped his way through barren pothole infested streets.
    “You set to blanket an undercover operation later in the day?” she asked.
    She knew the answer already. Rose had years of field experience, unlike many of the supervisors in the federal system. Her leadership skills had been learned during her time with the CIA and sharpened through the never-ending skirmishes between terrorists and politicians—some were one and the same.
    “Yes ma’am. Briefing in about three hours at the Task Force warehouse.” Narrowed eyes scanned each intersection before he blew through the red lights. Full stops made ripe targets for ambush. Vicious memories of Afghanistan’s Kunar Province