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Authors: Toni Noel
Tags: Serial Killers, Cops
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ladies. Have a fun night?"
Susan laughed. "I watched 'Wild' on pay TV, at the Captain's expense. It's good."
Stopping, Allison stamped her foot. "You should have invited us. Someday I plan to hike the John Muir Trail."
Carlo's eyebrows peaked. "You? Hike wearing platform shoes?"
"No, silly. I bought these shoes to wear for my presentations. My hiking boots set me back three-hundred bucks."
He pushed the elevator call button without comment. "Where to?"
"Most of the workshops are located in the basement conference center."
The Down elevator was empty. She stepped inside.
Carlo stared at her, looking surprised. "How the hell have you learned your way around this hotel without leaving the room? Do they teach that in TV reporting class?"
"No, I familiarized myself with the map in the conference schedule. You have one, too. Have you glanced at anything in your conference packet besides your badge?"
"Why should I? You take such pleasure in telling me where to go."
Marsha stifled a laugh.
In case Allison's overconfident shadow was as good at reading people as he thought, she glanced away to keep him from seeing precisely where she'd like to lead the hunky detective.
Straight to her bed.
She sighed.
Who knows when that will be?
Carlo pulled out his cell phone and studied the screen. From his pained expression he wanted to ask about their first workshop, "Writing Virgin Loves Scenes" but didn't dare.
She grinned. She'd added it to her schedule, certain she'd get to watch him squirm.
When her group stepped out of the elevator she guided them to the correct room without a single wrong turn, and poured herself a cup of coffee before finding three seats together near the front.
Marsha wandered around outside the room and leaned against the rear wall as the room host introduced the virginal-looking speaker.
Allison grinned. Here we go.
She pulled out her trusty notebook and began taking notes.
Chapter Eight
––––––––
"I couldn't get Detective Demetri released from hotel duty. The conference he's attending must be a public relations thing. He's the biggest kisser-upper we have on the force. Has the woman stirred yet?"
"I heard female laughter coming from his room as I paced the hall. The cop is probably—"
"Stop right there. You have a job to do and not much more time in which to do it. Right?"
He sighed. "Right."
*****
F orty-five minutes after Allison's workshop started Carlo staggered toward the exit, loosening his tie.
Allison laughed. "Learn anything, Detective?'
He glowered at her. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"I don't have anything else to do. I need more coffee. Can I bring you anything?"
"I don't suppose there are any cold showers handy?"
"I'm afraid not. You know what? Coffee can wait. I better hit the ladies room before your workshop. Go on, we'll see you there. You need a chance to cool down before you have to face an audience. I promise to be safely in my seat well before the room hostess introduces you. The Garden Room is on the left side of this hall."
Smirking, she turned to her companions. "Teasing Carlo is a kick in the pants."
Susan grinned. "I've never seen anyone get under his skin the way you can."
Allison halted and turned around.
"Forget something?" Marsha asked.
"No, but I have a strong feeling someone is watching me."
"Keep moving and whatever you do, don't look back again."
Allison's companions moved closer and everyone walked faster. On reaching their destination, Marsha all but shoved her into the ladies’ room. Susan stayed outside to guard the door.
Marsha touched her radio. "I'm calling Hotel Security," she whispered and said into the phone, "Stonewall? Officer Daniels here. We're in the ladies’ room located along the east wing of the conference rooms. I need two undercover escorts ASAP. Miss Marble had the feeling she was being—"
Marsha smiled encouragingly at Allison. "Good. We'll wait for her knock."
Marsha had barely explained the plan
Susan laughed. "I watched 'Wild' on pay TV, at the Captain's expense. It's good."
Stopping, Allison stamped her foot. "You should have invited us. Someday I plan to hike the John Muir Trail."
Carlo's eyebrows peaked. "You? Hike wearing platform shoes?"
"No, silly. I bought these shoes to wear for my presentations. My hiking boots set me back three-hundred bucks."
He pushed the elevator call button without comment. "Where to?"
"Most of the workshops are located in the basement conference center."
The Down elevator was empty. She stepped inside.
Carlo stared at her, looking surprised. "How the hell have you learned your way around this hotel without leaving the room? Do they teach that in TV reporting class?"
"No, I familiarized myself with the map in the conference schedule. You have one, too. Have you glanced at anything in your conference packet besides your badge?"
"Why should I? You take such pleasure in telling me where to go."
Marsha stifled a laugh.
In case Allison's overconfident shadow was as good at reading people as he thought, she glanced away to keep him from seeing precisely where she'd like to lead the hunky detective.
Straight to her bed.
She sighed.
Who knows when that will be?
Carlo pulled out his cell phone and studied the screen. From his pained expression he wanted to ask about their first workshop, "Writing Virgin Loves Scenes" but didn't dare.
She grinned. She'd added it to her schedule, certain she'd get to watch him squirm.
When her group stepped out of the elevator she guided them to the correct room without a single wrong turn, and poured herself a cup of coffee before finding three seats together near the front.
Marsha wandered around outside the room and leaned against the rear wall as the room host introduced the virginal-looking speaker.
Allison grinned. Here we go.
She pulled out her trusty notebook and began taking notes.
Chapter Eight
––––––––
"I couldn't get Detective Demetri released from hotel duty. The conference he's attending must be a public relations thing. He's the biggest kisser-upper we have on the force. Has the woman stirred yet?"
"I heard female laughter coming from his room as I paced the hall. The cop is probably—"
"Stop right there. You have a job to do and not much more time in which to do it. Right?"
He sighed. "Right."
*****
F orty-five minutes after Allison's workshop started Carlo staggered toward the exit, loosening his tie.
Allison laughed. "Learn anything, Detective?'
He glowered at her. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"I don't have anything else to do. I need more coffee. Can I bring you anything?"
"I don't suppose there are any cold showers handy?"
"I'm afraid not. You know what? Coffee can wait. I better hit the ladies room before your workshop. Go on, we'll see you there. You need a chance to cool down before you have to face an audience. I promise to be safely in my seat well before the room hostess introduces you. The Garden Room is on the left side of this hall."
Smirking, she turned to her companions. "Teasing Carlo is a kick in the pants."
Susan grinned. "I've never seen anyone get under his skin the way you can."
Allison halted and turned around.
"Forget something?" Marsha asked.
"No, but I have a strong feeling someone is watching me."
"Keep moving and whatever you do, don't look back again."
Allison's companions moved closer and everyone walked faster. On reaching their destination, Marsha all but shoved her into the ladies’ room. Susan stayed outside to guard the door.
Marsha touched her radio. "I'm calling Hotel Security," she whispered and said into the phone, "Stonewall? Officer Daniels here. We're in the ladies’ room located along the east wing of the conference rooms. I need two undercover escorts ASAP. Miss Marble had the feeling she was being—"
Marsha smiled encouragingly at Allison. "Good. We'll wait for her knock."
Marsha had barely explained the plan
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