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you, Mr. Anthony.”
“You too.”
“Let’s go, Quise.” Handing him the prepared statement he was to read to the press, she led him from the room without a look back.
Once she left, Tay McNair let out an awed, “Wow!”
“No kidding,” Reese agreed. His eyes still on the closed door and his previous memory of that familiar feline walk.
“I’d heard a lot about her,” Tay said, “but she was way more than I expected. Damn!”
“The Lady Blake is all that.” And would probably never speak to him again, given the choice, Reese guessed by her iciness. “I’ll touch base with her in a couple days and make sure Marquise is signed up for the classes.” The call would be a legitimate way to approach her again, and serve to get her to talk to him, whether she wanted to or not.
“Sounds good,” Tay replied. “Now, let’s talk about the Pennington killing.”
Reese cleared his mind of the tall sultry JT Blake to concentrate on the job at hand. “Police find anything new?”
“A little. They’re pretty sure he was shot in the executive wing of the team’s offices. Forensics turned up traces of blood and cocaine on the floor and a tabletop in one of the conference rooms.”
“Cocaine?”
Tay nodded.
Reese’s instincts told him there was more to this than a simple robbery. “Was there coke in Pennington’s system?”
“No. Autopsy said he was clean. So my question is, how’d the coke get in the offices and how was Pennington connected, if at all?”
“If the autopsy said he was clean, then he wasn’t using. Maybe he was with some folks who were. Nephew, grandson, maybe? A fight started over something or other?”
Tay shrugged.
“I take it there were no answers on the surveillance tapes?”
“System had been down all week for maintenance,” one of the lawyers explained.
“Sounds pretty convenient.”
“According to the GM, they take it off line twice a year for service.”
“How many people knew that?”
“No idea,” Tay replied, “but I told the LAPD captain handling the case that you’d make contact tomorrow. I had the secretaries book you into a hotel near the airport and arrange for a car rental. Your flight’s at five this evening.”
Reese could feel the cop inside himself coming to life. It had been a long time since he’d done an investigation, but in truth he was looking forward to getting back into the saddle. “Okay. I’ll touch base with my Detroit office, let them know I’m going on to L.A., and I’ll call you as soon as I get in.”
Tay nodded. The meeting wrapped up an hour later, and at five o’clock Reese was on a nonstop flight bound for LAX.
JT stayed in Philly just long enough to tell Marquise Chambers to find another agent and for her to make it to the airport. An hour later she was on a plane back to the West Coast. Sitting in first class, she gazed out of the window beside her at the fluffy white clouds and the gorgeous blue sky and tried to let go of what had been a piss poor day.
Marquise Chamber’s dumb behind was no longer her problem, and she was glad of that. Mr. Reese Anthony was another matter. The word shocked failed to describe how she felt seeing him at the meeting, of all places. Since the two of them were together only a few days ago, she assumed he’d been a member of the commissioner’s team then. He hadn’t volunteered that information, even after learning her identity. She was still trying to decide if she was mad, and if so, how mad? Truthfully, one part of her didn’t care about the inner debate and was glad just to see him again, to hell with the circumstances; but on another level she felt like a fool for having fallen for the whole blue collar, let me buy you some gas, truck driver persona. She was mad about that for sure.
The smiling stewardess interrupted her reverie to hand her a small bag of peanuts. This being first class, the peanuts came with a bonus, an even smaller bag of pretzels. JT
“You too.”
“Let’s go, Quise.” Handing him the prepared statement he was to read to the press, she led him from the room without a look back.
Once she left, Tay McNair let out an awed, “Wow!”
“No kidding,” Reese agreed. His eyes still on the closed door and his previous memory of that familiar feline walk.
“I’d heard a lot about her,” Tay said, “but she was way more than I expected. Damn!”
“The Lady Blake is all that.” And would probably never speak to him again, given the choice, Reese guessed by her iciness. “I’ll touch base with her in a couple days and make sure Marquise is signed up for the classes.” The call would be a legitimate way to approach her again, and serve to get her to talk to him, whether she wanted to or not.
“Sounds good,” Tay replied. “Now, let’s talk about the Pennington killing.”
Reese cleared his mind of the tall sultry JT Blake to concentrate on the job at hand. “Police find anything new?”
“A little. They’re pretty sure he was shot in the executive wing of the team’s offices. Forensics turned up traces of blood and cocaine on the floor and a tabletop in one of the conference rooms.”
“Cocaine?”
Tay nodded.
Reese’s instincts told him there was more to this than a simple robbery. “Was there coke in Pennington’s system?”
“No. Autopsy said he was clean. So my question is, how’d the coke get in the offices and how was Pennington connected, if at all?”
“If the autopsy said he was clean, then he wasn’t using. Maybe he was with some folks who were. Nephew, grandson, maybe? A fight started over something or other?”
Tay shrugged.
“I take it there were no answers on the surveillance tapes?”
“System had been down all week for maintenance,” one of the lawyers explained.
“Sounds pretty convenient.”
“According to the GM, they take it off line twice a year for service.”
“How many people knew that?”
“No idea,” Tay replied, “but I told the LAPD captain handling the case that you’d make contact tomorrow. I had the secretaries book you into a hotel near the airport and arrange for a car rental. Your flight’s at five this evening.”
Reese could feel the cop inside himself coming to life. It had been a long time since he’d done an investigation, but in truth he was looking forward to getting back into the saddle. “Okay. I’ll touch base with my Detroit office, let them know I’m going on to L.A., and I’ll call you as soon as I get in.”
Tay nodded. The meeting wrapped up an hour later, and at five o’clock Reese was on a nonstop flight bound for LAX.
JT stayed in Philly just long enough to tell Marquise Chambers to find another agent and for her to make it to the airport. An hour later she was on a plane back to the West Coast. Sitting in first class, she gazed out of the window beside her at the fluffy white clouds and the gorgeous blue sky and tried to let go of what had been a piss poor day.
Marquise Chamber’s dumb behind was no longer her problem, and she was glad of that. Mr. Reese Anthony was another matter. The word shocked failed to describe how she felt seeing him at the meeting, of all places. Since the two of them were together only a few days ago, she assumed he’d been a member of the commissioner’s team then. He hadn’t volunteered that information, even after learning her identity. She was still trying to decide if she was mad, and if so, how mad? Truthfully, one part of her didn’t care about the inner debate and was glad just to see him again, to hell with the circumstances; but on another level she felt like a fool for having fallen for the whole blue collar, let me buy you some gas, truck driver persona. She was mad about that for sure.
The smiling stewardess interrupted her reverie to hand her a small bag of peanuts. This being first class, the peanuts came with a bonus, an even smaller bag of pretzels. JT
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