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straining to hear the rerun of a Pacers game on ESPN playing on the large flat screen TV. In the other room, a deejay was playing loud — make that deafening — dance music that echoed through the bar and made hearing the details of the game impossible. He swore the bass grew louder with each song, matching beat for beat with the pounding in his head. Combine that with the rowdiness of customers and the result was a headache the size of Indianapolis. He checked the other guys at the bar to see if they were annoyed about the volume of the music, but one glance told him they were focused more on hot women in the bar than the game.
He slipped a twenty out of his wallet and was about to hail a bartender when someone tapped him on the back. He turned just as Michael Brandt took the barstool next to him.
"Watching the game?" he asked as he looked for the bartender.
"I gave up. What brings you here?" It was unusual to see Michael out and about by himself. Whenever he saw Michael, Anne was not far away or vice versa. He envied the closeness they had, the way they enjoyed being with each other. He wanted that someday. He wanted that with Frankie — if he could ever win her back.
"Anne's a huge Lady Gaga fan. She and Frankie went to her concert tonight."
"No kidding. Lady Gaga?"
"Oh, yeah. In fact, one of the first times I saw Anne was in a convenience store. She was wearing this glittering Lady Gaga tank top with shorts and we literally bumped into each other, sending her groceries all over the floor."
The bartender appeared and Michael ordered a Coors. Lane decided to stay awhile and nurse his beer.
"Your boss told me about the undercover operation. Are you sure you want to do it with Frankie?"
"Yes, I'm sure. I want to bust the sick freak I think murdered Mandy Morris. In addition, there's a good chance he's selling babies. Who knows what else he's doing. He's going down."
"But are you sure you want to go undercover with Frankie ?"
"Why not? She's excellent at what she does and she has done undercover before." A better question was why wouldn’t he want to go undercover with Frankie?
"I didn't think you and Frankie were on the best of terms."
"Why do you say that?"
"I heard you dumped her after a one-night stand when she was recovering from the bullet wound you gave her."
"Shit. I was so fucking stupid." This was an understatement. It was the worst mistake he’d ever made.
"I'd say. I'd think you'd be afraid to do that to a former Army sharpshooter. I mean you'd already shot her. Wasn't that enough?"
Lane grunted and took a gulp of his beer and seriously thought of ordering another one.
"You're damned lucky she didn't kick your ass or shoot you. She's got a wicked temper."
"I think I'd feel better about it if she did. I made a mistake. A big mistake. And I want her back."
"Good luck with that." Michael chuckled until he glanced at Lane and saw the miserable expression on his face.
"How did you know about it?" Lane asked.
"Frankie is at the house a lot and I overheard her tell Anne. If I were you, I'd steer clear. I know it happened months ago, but she is still pissed about what happened between you two."
"Yeah, I know she is."
"Are you sure you want to do this undercover thing with her? Isn't there anyone else who could do it?"
"No. She hasn't agreed to do it yet. She told Tim she wants to think about it. If she does it, we'll both have to commit to put our past behind us and act like professionals."
"And you think that's possible. Do you believe in the tooth fairy, too?"
Frankie parked the car in the only space available outside the popular bar and joined Anne on the sidewalk, handing her a bag of Lady Gaga concert t-shirts she'd purchased. She glanced at Anne's sequined pink four-inch heels that matched her
He slipped a twenty out of his wallet and was about to hail a bartender when someone tapped him on the back. He turned just as Michael Brandt took the barstool next to him.
"Watching the game?" he asked as he looked for the bartender.
"I gave up. What brings you here?" It was unusual to see Michael out and about by himself. Whenever he saw Michael, Anne was not far away or vice versa. He envied the closeness they had, the way they enjoyed being with each other. He wanted that someday. He wanted that with Frankie — if he could ever win her back.
"Anne's a huge Lady Gaga fan. She and Frankie went to her concert tonight."
"No kidding. Lady Gaga?"
"Oh, yeah. In fact, one of the first times I saw Anne was in a convenience store. She was wearing this glittering Lady Gaga tank top with shorts and we literally bumped into each other, sending her groceries all over the floor."
The bartender appeared and Michael ordered a Coors. Lane decided to stay awhile and nurse his beer.
"Your boss told me about the undercover operation. Are you sure you want to do it with Frankie?"
"Yes, I'm sure. I want to bust the sick freak I think murdered Mandy Morris. In addition, there's a good chance he's selling babies. Who knows what else he's doing. He's going down."
"But are you sure you want to go undercover with Frankie ?"
"Why not? She's excellent at what she does and she has done undercover before." A better question was why wouldn’t he want to go undercover with Frankie?
"I didn't think you and Frankie were on the best of terms."
"Why do you say that?"
"I heard you dumped her after a one-night stand when she was recovering from the bullet wound you gave her."
"Shit. I was so fucking stupid." This was an understatement. It was the worst mistake he’d ever made.
"I'd say. I'd think you'd be afraid to do that to a former Army sharpshooter. I mean you'd already shot her. Wasn't that enough?"
Lane grunted and took a gulp of his beer and seriously thought of ordering another one.
"You're damned lucky she didn't kick your ass or shoot you. She's got a wicked temper."
"I think I'd feel better about it if she did. I made a mistake. A big mistake. And I want her back."
"Good luck with that." Michael chuckled until he glanced at Lane and saw the miserable expression on his face.
"How did you know about it?" Lane asked.
"Frankie is at the house a lot and I overheard her tell Anne. If I were you, I'd steer clear. I know it happened months ago, but she is still pissed about what happened between you two."
"Yeah, I know she is."
"Are you sure you want to do this undercover thing with her? Isn't there anyone else who could do it?"
"No. She hasn't agreed to do it yet. She told Tim she wants to think about it. If she does it, we'll both have to commit to put our past behind us and act like professionals."
"And you think that's possible. Do you believe in the tooth fairy, too?"
Frankie parked the car in the only space available outside the popular bar and joined Anne on the sidewalk, handing her a bag of Lady Gaga concert t-shirts she'd purchased. She glanced at Anne's sequined pink four-inch heels that matched her
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