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anyway?” Sky was clearly confused over his friend’s abrupt about-face.
“Sky, I’d bet my Super Bowl rings that Eric is using her just like he used me. I don’t know the whole story, but I’m going to see her in the morning and bring all of this out in the open. If I’m right, I’m going to ask her to help us.”
“Boy, must have been some date,” Sky murmured.
“Trust me on this one, okay, Sky?”
“I guess I don’t have to add that I thought she was innocent from the start.”
Nick cut into Sky’s gloating statement. “What did you do with the packages?”
“The packages? Oh, I got rid of them.”
“You what!”
“Calm down. I replaced them with powdered sugar. I called our man from the gym. He met me and picked them up.”
“Powdered sugar, huh? I guess all those mystery books I brought in when you were in the hospital paid off.” Nick hadn’t forgotten the injury that had prematurely ended his friend’s pro career—even if he was endlessly thankful that because of his misfortune, Sky had been available to help him out. “I’m still not too sure about Boxleitner.”
“Nick, you’ve got to learn to trust the system eventually. Box swore he’d hold the stuff until we got some concrete evidence.” Sky waited a beat, then added, “I still didn’t tell him who we suspect, but I’m not so sure that now isn’t the time to fill him in on the whole story.”
Box was Frank Boxleitner, an old teammate of Sky’s who was now with the DEA. Sky had kept in touch with him over the years and had convinced Nick that he would help him out. Nick had been skeptical, to say the least, his opinion of law enforcement in general not too high. When Box had ascertained that they didn’t have any evidence directly implicating their suspect, he’d politely refrained from joining in the hunt, as his docket was full enough. But he had said that he would be more than glad to help once they had something concrete to go on.
“Maybe you’re right. I guess I’m a little doubtful about people trusting my word of late.After all, we’re going to claim the most famous pro quarterback in the NFL is a coke addict who framed me to save his job—not exactly the most believable scenario. Just ask the Fairfax police.” Nick twisted the beer open and took a long pull before asking, “Do you think the security monitors at the gym got Eric’s activities on tape? If so, maybe we can bring Box in.”
“I haven’t watched the tapes yet, but based on where the stuff was stashed, he wouldn’t necessarily have been in the line of the camera. He’s a pretty sneaky bastard, Nick. I hope Willa knows what she’s doing with him.”
Nick had thought hard about the very same thing on the long drive home earlier that night. He realized now that that was when he’d decided to trust her—when his desire to protect her had outweighed his instinct to protect himself.
“Any prints on the bags?”
“Box said he’d check, but not to get our hopes up.”
“Okay.” Nick tried to keep the impatience out of his voice, but was only marginally successful. “Hey, thanks for helping out tonight. Couldn’t do this without you, buddy.”
“If it wasn’t for you, I’d probably be in some mental ward reliving my pro days.” Sky talked over Nick’s attempt to shrug off the praise.“Yeah, yeah, enough hearts and flowers. Get some sleep. In case you forgot, you’ve got a hot date early tomorrow morning with a beautiful redhead.”
The incessant buzzing noise finally penetrated Willa’s sleep. Without actually waking, she reached over and whacked the top of her clock radio to silence the annoying electronic alarm.
“It can’t be morning,” she groaned, and pulled a pillow over her head to block out the faint light that was filtering through her eyelids, proving her wrong. She knew she’d gone to sleep only a few minutes ago. Peering out from under her pillow, she slowly focused on the glowing blue numbers of her
“Sky, I’d bet my Super Bowl rings that Eric is using her just like he used me. I don’t know the whole story, but I’m going to see her in the morning and bring all of this out in the open. If I’m right, I’m going to ask her to help us.”
“Boy, must have been some date,” Sky murmured.
“Trust me on this one, okay, Sky?”
“I guess I don’t have to add that I thought she was innocent from the start.”
Nick cut into Sky’s gloating statement. “What did you do with the packages?”
“The packages? Oh, I got rid of them.”
“You what!”
“Calm down. I replaced them with powdered sugar. I called our man from the gym. He met me and picked them up.”
“Powdered sugar, huh? I guess all those mystery books I brought in when you were in the hospital paid off.” Nick hadn’t forgotten the injury that had prematurely ended his friend’s pro career—even if he was endlessly thankful that because of his misfortune, Sky had been available to help him out. “I’m still not too sure about Boxleitner.”
“Nick, you’ve got to learn to trust the system eventually. Box swore he’d hold the stuff until we got some concrete evidence.” Sky waited a beat, then added, “I still didn’t tell him who we suspect, but I’m not so sure that now isn’t the time to fill him in on the whole story.”
Box was Frank Boxleitner, an old teammate of Sky’s who was now with the DEA. Sky had kept in touch with him over the years and had convinced Nick that he would help him out. Nick had been skeptical, to say the least, his opinion of law enforcement in general not too high. When Box had ascertained that they didn’t have any evidence directly implicating their suspect, he’d politely refrained from joining in the hunt, as his docket was full enough. But he had said that he would be more than glad to help once they had something concrete to go on.
“Maybe you’re right. I guess I’m a little doubtful about people trusting my word of late.After all, we’re going to claim the most famous pro quarterback in the NFL is a coke addict who framed me to save his job—not exactly the most believable scenario. Just ask the Fairfax police.” Nick twisted the beer open and took a long pull before asking, “Do you think the security monitors at the gym got Eric’s activities on tape? If so, maybe we can bring Box in.”
“I haven’t watched the tapes yet, but based on where the stuff was stashed, he wouldn’t necessarily have been in the line of the camera. He’s a pretty sneaky bastard, Nick. I hope Willa knows what she’s doing with him.”
Nick had thought hard about the very same thing on the long drive home earlier that night. He realized now that that was when he’d decided to trust her—when his desire to protect her had outweighed his instinct to protect himself.
“Any prints on the bags?”
“Box said he’d check, but not to get our hopes up.”
“Okay.” Nick tried to keep the impatience out of his voice, but was only marginally successful. “Hey, thanks for helping out tonight. Couldn’t do this without you, buddy.”
“If it wasn’t for you, I’d probably be in some mental ward reliving my pro days.” Sky talked over Nick’s attempt to shrug off the praise.“Yeah, yeah, enough hearts and flowers. Get some sleep. In case you forgot, you’ve got a hot date early tomorrow morning with a beautiful redhead.”
The incessant buzzing noise finally penetrated Willa’s sleep. Without actually waking, she reached over and whacked the top of her clock radio to silence the annoying electronic alarm.
“It can’t be morning,” she groaned, and pulled a pillow over her head to block out the faint light that was filtering through her eyelids, proving her wrong. She knew she’d gone to sleep only a few minutes ago. Peering out from under her pillow, she slowly focused on the glowing blue numbers of her
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