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lived.
“I’m strictly an I’ll-come-visit-you sort of girl.” She smiled and shrugged.
Andreas nodded. He hadn’t said much. Too many emotions were distracting his thoughts. She’s a hooker. Involved in a murder. Okay, probably not any more than she said. Men got seriously involved with hookers all the time, but not ones from Filis. They fell for the high-priced call girls, ones who turned tricks for the rich and married. Some even hooked their johns into marriage.
He knew he was trying to justify to his mind what was going on in his pants.
Anna stood up and walked to where he was sitting. She smelled of flowers. “Would you like something to drink?”
“No, thank you.”
She strode into the kitchen and came back with two glasses and a half-empty bottle of white wine. She waved the glasses. “Just in case. Let’s sit outside.”
He didn’t object.
The deck ran the length of the apartment and was about half as wide as the living room. Green plastic sheeting stood at the edge of the roof. It wasn’t pretty, but practical. It gave privacy and a sense of being surrounded by nothing but sky, away from the lives being lived below. It was a place of sanctuary in the midst of chaos.
She sat on a cushion and told him to sit on the one next to her. Again, he didn’t object. She took a sip from her glass, poured wine into a second glass and handed it to him. Andreas took a sip and thought to be careful how much he drank, then took another. She began telling him the story of her life: surviving war in the Balkans, looking for work, tying up with the wrong guy, fleeing him and her country, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. It was not a new story. But he listened, his eyes never off of her.
It was an unusually warm night and the bottom of Anna’s shirt was well above her hips for most of the first bottle of wine, and all of the second. She left to find a third. When she walked back onto the deck she was completely naked. Andreas tried to think of something, anything, to maintain control. No tattoos anywhere, rare these days, was what came to mind, and that hardly was the sort of thought to help.
Anna plopped down next to him, smiled, and poured both of them more wine. “I decided what’s the use, we both know where this is headed.” She picked up her glass to take a sip with one hand, and with the other patted the inside of his thigh dangerously close to what Andreas had been struggling to keep under control.
“Excuse me, I need to hit the bathroom.”
She looked at him as if she knew that wasn’t his reason.
Inside, he stood facing the mirror. Andreas knew he should leave, but… He walked back to the doorway and stood staring at her. She seemed to be dozing on the pillows. He turned and left, saying nothing.
He’d respect her wishes on how best to say goodbye.
Chapter 6
The street was deserted, except for a few mangy-looking characters lurking around a doorway across the street from her building. Must be looking to pick off a quick score, some straggler heading home still in the glow of blissful, oblivious passion. Take a shot at me assholes , Andreas thought. I need to vent. He stared at them, daring them to try, but they looked away.
He started to cross to where he left the motorbike, glancing left and right as he did. He took another step then paused again and looked back to his left, away from where he parked. Someone was there who shouldn’t be. He stepped back onto the curb and walked over to a beat-up, white Fiat. He studied the dozing driver, then pounded twice on the roof. “Open up.”
The driver jerked awake and did as he was told.
“Chief.”
Andreas got in. “Get me out of here.” Screw the bike, he thought, let someone steal it all over again.
Neither looked at the other.
“Drop me at home.” Andreas needed a shower and a few hours sleep. He stared out the windshield. There was a paper on the dash. It was a police vehicle-impound form. Kouros had shopped for his ride there,
“I’m strictly an I’ll-come-visit-you sort of girl.” She smiled and shrugged.
Andreas nodded. He hadn’t said much. Too many emotions were distracting his thoughts. She’s a hooker. Involved in a murder. Okay, probably not any more than she said. Men got seriously involved with hookers all the time, but not ones from Filis. They fell for the high-priced call girls, ones who turned tricks for the rich and married. Some even hooked their johns into marriage.
He knew he was trying to justify to his mind what was going on in his pants.
Anna stood up and walked to where he was sitting. She smelled of flowers. “Would you like something to drink?”
“No, thank you.”
She strode into the kitchen and came back with two glasses and a half-empty bottle of white wine. She waved the glasses. “Just in case. Let’s sit outside.”
He didn’t object.
The deck ran the length of the apartment and was about half as wide as the living room. Green plastic sheeting stood at the edge of the roof. It wasn’t pretty, but practical. It gave privacy and a sense of being surrounded by nothing but sky, away from the lives being lived below. It was a place of sanctuary in the midst of chaos.
She sat on a cushion and told him to sit on the one next to her. Again, he didn’t object. She took a sip from her glass, poured wine into a second glass and handed it to him. Andreas took a sip and thought to be careful how much he drank, then took another. She began telling him the story of her life: surviving war in the Balkans, looking for work, tying up with the wrong guy, fleeing him and her country, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. It was not a new story. But he listened, his eyes never off of her.
It was an unusually warm night and the bottom of Anna’s shirt was well above her hips for most of the first bottle of wine, and all of the second. She left to find a third. When she walked back onto the deck she was completely naked. Andreas tried to think of something, anything, to maintain control. No tattoos anywhere, rare these days, was what came to mind, and that hardly was the sort of thought to help.
Anna plopped down next to him, smiled, and poured both of them more wine. “I decided what’s the use, we both know where this is headed.” She picked up her glass to take a sip with one hand, and with the other patted the inside of his thigh dangerously close to what Andreas had been struggling to keep under control.
“Excuse me, I need to hit the bathroom.”
She looked at him as if she knew that wasn’t his reason.
Inside, he stood facing the mirror. Andreas knew he should leave, but… He walked back to the doorway and stood staring at her. She seemed to be dozing on the pillows. He turned and left, saying nothing.
He’d respect her wishes on how best to say goodbye.
Chapter 6
The street was deserted, except for a few mangy-looking characters lurking around a doorway across the street from her building. Must be looking to pick off a quick score, some straggler heading home still in the glow of blissful, oblivious passion. Take a shot at me assholes , Andreas thought. I need to vent. He stared at them, daring them to try, but they looked away.
He started to cross to where he left the motorbike, glancing left and right as he did. He took another step then paused again and looked back to his left, away from where he parked. Someone was there who shouldn’t be. He stepped back onto the curb and walked over to a beat-up, white Fiat. He studied the dozing driver, then pounded twice on the roof. “Open up.”
The driver jerked awake and did as he was told.
“Chief.”
Andreas got in. “Get me out of here.” Screw the bike, he thought, let someone steal it all over again.
Neither looked at the other.
“Drop me at home.” Andreas needed a shower and a few hours sleep. He stared out the windshield. There was a paper on the dash. It was a police vehicle-impound form. Kouros had shopped for his ride there,
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