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Authors: Pearl Cleage
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working on it.” He ran his hands slowly down her back, lingered over her hips.
She grinned and felt herself already melting under his hands. “Don’t stop, okay?”
“Not a chance,” he said.
“You promise?”
“Oh yeah,” he whispered, his mouth against her belly and moving south.
“I promise.”
10
L ee Kilgore had a bad feeling. For a cop, intuition is sometimes the difference between life and death, so there was no way she was going to ignore it. Standing in the living room of her twelfth-floor condo, she watched the cars snaking down Seventeenth Street and knew that it was time to make a move. All she had to do now was get Bob Watson to understand that. Lee was tired of the cocaine business. Her active involvement over the past six years had been a fluke, not part of any long-term strategy. Captain Kilgore had plans, big plans, but none of them included time served for drug trafficking.
The thought made her give a little involuntary shudder as she moved away from the window to pour herself another glass of Merlot. If her grandfather had even suspected that the money she used those last two years before he died to provide him with such exquisite care was coming from the sale of drugs, he would have moved out of that beautiful Buck-head nursing home and caught the bus back to Macon. She never told him how much it was costing to keep him where he was. Instead, she convinced Poppy that she was using her pitiful little patrolman’s salary to keep him in a place where his room smelled like soap and shaving lotion instead of piss and poverty.
Lee figured she owed him that much. He had raised her without complaint after her drug-addicted parents disappeared into Atlanta when she was eight years old. For a while, they would call, promising to return soon and wheedling money from Poppy. When he stopped sending cash, they stopped calling. For a few years, her mother sent birthday cards that arrived weeks late, but Lee never saw either one of them again. If it hadn’t been for Poppy, she didn’t know what she would have done.
When she graduated from high school with straight A’s and a full scholarship to Georgia Tech, his proud face in the crowd at the ceremony was all the family she needed. He put her on the bus to Atlanta, told her to be careful and not forget the things he had taught her. She promised to visit as often as she could, kissed his cheek, and set off to make her own way.
At first she came home once a month, rain or shine. College was harder and lonelier than she’d thought it would be and she needed her grandfather’s calm reassurances that she was more than up to the task. As she got more comfortable in her new environment and explored the city, her visits to Macon became less and less frequent. She tried not to miss Christmas and Poppy’s birthday, but it was harder and harder to leave her new life to check in with her old one.
After graduation, she spent a year buried in the bureaucracy of the city of Atlanta’s planning department and then, on a whim, responded to a police recruitment poster and found her true calling. Lee loved everything about being a cop. She was already in great physical shape, and never having been abused, she had no fear of men. Skeptical at first because at a slender five-foot-five, she looked sexy, not scary in her uniform, her fellow officers soon came to respect her courage and quick thinking under pressure.
Lee was savvy, street-smart, and tireless. Her goal was to be the chief of police before she turned forty and she knew how to do her job and let other people do theirs. When she began her rapid rise through the ranks of the department, no one was surprised. They knew she was a star on the horizon and it wouldn’t hurt to be able to say they
knew her when.
When she joined the force, Lee hadn’t been looking to get involved in the cocaine business. Her rookie assignment was to a precinct notorious for the Wild West atmosphere created by the constantly
She grinned and felt herself already melting under his hands. “Don’t stop, okay?”
“Not a chance,” he said.
“You promise?”
“Oh yeah,” he whispered, his mouth against her belly and moving south.
“I promise.”
10
L ee Kilgore had a bad feeling. For a cop, intuition is sometimes the difference between life and death, so there was no way she was going to ignore it. Standing in the living room of her twelfth-floor condo, she watched the cars snaking down Seventeenth Street and knew that it was time to make a move. All she had to do now was get Bob Watson to understand that. Lee was tired of the cocaine business. Her active involvement over the past six years had been a fluke, not part of any long-term strategy. Captain Kilgore had plans, big plans, but none of them included time served for drug trafficking.
The thought made her give a little involuntary shudder as she moved away from the window to pour herself another glass of Merlot. If her grandfather had even suspected that the money she used those last two years before he died to provide him with such exquisite care was coming from the sale of drugs, he would have moved out of that beautiful Buck-head nursing home and caught the bus back to Macon. She never told him how much it was costing to keep him where he was. Instead, she convinced Poppy that she was using her pitiful little patrolman’s salary to keep him in a place where his room smelled like soap and shaving lotion instead of piss and poverty.
Lee figured she owed him that much. He had raised her without complaint after her drug-addicted parents disappeared into Atlanta when she was eight years old. For a while, they would call, promising to return soon and wheedling money from Poppy. When he stopped sending cash, they stopped calling. For a few years, her mother sent birthday cards that arrived weeks late, but Lee never saw either one of them again. If it hadn’t been for Poppy, she didn’t know what she would have done.
When she graduated from high school with straight A’s and a full scholarship to Georgia Tech, his proud face in the crowd at the ceremony was all the family she needed. He put her on the bus to Atlanta, told her to be careful and not forget the things he had taught her. She promised to visit as often as she could, kissed his cheek, and set off to make her own way.
At first she came home once a month, rain or shine. College was harder and lonelier than she’d thought it would be and she needed her grandfather’s calm reassurances that she was more than up to the task. As she got more comfortable in her new environment and explored the city, her visits to Macon became less and less frequent. She tried not to miss Christmas and Poppy’s birthday, but it was harder and harder to leave her new life to check in with her old one.
After graduation, she spent a year buried in the bureaucracy of the city of Atlanta’s planning department and then, on a whim, responded to a police recruitment poster and found her true calling. Lee loved everything about being a cop. She was already in great physical shape, and never having been abused, she had no fear of men. Skeptical at first because at a slender five-foot-five, she looked sexy, not scary in her uniform, her fellow officers soon came to respect her courage and quick thinking under pressure.
Lee was savvy, street-smart, and tireless. Her goal was to be the chief of police before she turned forty and she knew how to do her job and let other people do theirs. When she began her rapid rise through the ranks of the department, no one was surprised. They knew she was a star on the horizon and it wouldn’t hurt to be able to say they
knew her when.
When she joined the force, Lee hadn’t been looking to get involved in the cocaine business. Her rookie assignment was to a precinct notorious for the Wild West atmosphere created by the constantly
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