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Peter Decker 3-Book Thriller Collection
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2019
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Returning with a tray, she set it on the coffee table.
“Cream or sugar?” she asked.
“Black.”
“That’s right,” she said. Handing him a mug, she parked herself across the table.
“You use your gun a lot?” she asked.
“As little as possible.”
“It gives you a sense of power, doesn’t it?”
“Not really.” He forced a smile. “Can we change the subject?”
She frowned.
“Okay. What’s the weirdest case you ever were on?”
“I don’t mean to be rude, Annie, but I don’t want to talk about my work. If you want to talk about dentistry—”
“God, no.”
“So you understand—”
“Yeah, but my work is so damn boring.”
“So’s mine. Believe me.”
“The bones case is boring?”
“The bones case is frustrating!” He lit a cigarette. “Do you have an ashtray handy?”
“Not really. I’m allergic to cigarette smoke.”
“You didn’t say anything at the restaurant.”
“I was trying to be polite.”
Decker stared at his smoke.
“Where can I throw this?”
“Toss it down the sink.”
He got up, did it, and came back.
“So what happened with your girlfriend?” she asked.
“I don’t want to talk about that either.” He sipped his coffee. “So you like to ski and play tennis.”
“We exhausted that over dinner, Pete.”
Decker smiled.
“Yeah, we did.”
“Come to think of it, I did most of the talking.”
“Yeah, you did.”
“So I’m getting a little tired of hearing myself blabbing.”
“I’m a little quiet tonight,” he said.
“True. And it makes it mighty hard to get some snappy banter going.” She chuckled. “Most of the men I date … date can’t shut them up. Always chewing your ear off about the latest hustle they have going. Trying to dress up their essentially lackluster lives. Now I get hold of a cop who works in the blood and guts of the city—who does something primal—and he doesn’t like to talk.”
He shrugged.
She shrugged.
“Wanna fuck?” she asked.
Decker burst into laughter.
“No, I don’t wanna fuck.”
“What kind of a girl do you think I am?” she mocked, crossing herself. “Jesus, it was just a thought. And not that unusual a question. Where have you been for the last fifteen years, Kiddo?”
“I like you,” Decker smiled. “You make me laugh.”
“I like you, too,” she answered. “You make me horny.”
“Thanks.”
“Thanks?”
“Yes, thanks. Would you have preferred my ripping off your clothes in mad lust?”
“That sounds good.”
“You try to be a gentleman …” He laughed. “Famine to feast.”
“Pardon?”
“Never mind.”
“You’ve got your ex-friend on your mind, don’t you?”
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