Nobody Lives Forever

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opened the front door. Laurel appeared to be still asleep, facedown, hugging her lace-edged pillow. He unbuttoned his shirt and sat gently on the edge of the bed, making an effort not to wake her.
    â€œGood morning, Sergeant.” She rolled over, flinging the bedclothes aside with abandon. The slim, sensuous body was naked. He noticed her flowered cotton nightgown crumpled on the carpet. She must have heard his car. “I assume this is a raid,” she said.
    â€œHot damn.” Rick grinned. She was in one of those wild and crazy seductive moods. He was delighted, despite his exhaustion. Nothing chases the ghost of a sad and frustrating case and soothes numb weariness into a relaxed warmth faster than good sex.
    â€œIt’s inspection time, Sergeant. I want to see your weapon.” Her small hands, like darting birds, were busy with his zipper and the swelling behind it.
    â€œJesus, I love it when you’re like this,” he whispered. “You’re so crazy. You drive me nuts.” He fumbled with his shirt.
    â€œNo, no, leave it on,” she murmured, her voice low and husky. “Just take off your pants. I like it this way.”
    Her fine, soft hair billowed over the pillow. Her body was stretched out, taut and lithe, nipples on the small, firm breasts hard and pointed, her arms reached out to him. Golden shafts of morning light found their way through the leafy bower outside the window and played shadow games across her smooth skin. She was chuckling softly, her lips ripe and swollen.
    â€œGet your handcuffs,” she demanded, her eyes apple green and brazen. “Let me show you how I handle a prisoner.”
    Clumsy in his eagerness, he stumbled to the dresser, one bare leg free, the other dragging his trousers and boxer shorts. He found the cuffs, kicked off his trousers, left them in the middle of the floor and returned to her.
    During their fun and games, she astonished him by easily slipping free of the cuffs. “How do you do that?” he murmured. “I’ve only seen a few escape artists who could pull that off. I had to chase them,” he recalled dolefully.
    â€œMuscle control.” Her eyes were bold. “It helps me do a lot of things extraordinarily well, don’t you agree?”
    He grinned lazily and yawned. “For sure.” His voice was drowsy. She grew very quiet, eyes shadowed in the filtered light. She did not move, nor did her eyes change when he gently kissed her. “Maybe I’m lucky you’re not always like this. I don’t know if an old man like me could hack it.”
    He asked her to wake him at five in the afternoon, then rolled over and drifted into sleep without seeing that his request caused her discomfort. Laurel sat up and stared hard at the clock, her brow furrowed. Rick was asleep. The entire day stretched before her.

Nine
    Terry Lou Mitchell encountered Mary Ellen Dustin in the ladies’ locker room at the fitness center. “I met Rick’s new significant other at that homicide scene on the island,” she said teasingly.
    â€œIt’s a damn shame,” Dusty said, her voice cool. “He was a nice kid.”
    â€œI must say, I was impressed by Miss Teenage America. All tan and sleek—and young.”
    â€œMaybe that’s the attraction,” Dusty said wryly. “It’s the first time I ever got dumped for a younger woman. I’m not even thirty yet.” She swept her thick, shining blond hair back, away from the high cheekbones and strong face, and fastened it with a plastic clip.
    â€œShe looks a little like you, you notice? Like your kid sister or your younger cousin. I was surprised.”
    â€œNot as surprised as I was.”
    â€œWho knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? Not me. See ya out there. I’m gonna try the treadmill for a while.”
    The center was located in a renovated bayfront hotel and offered discount memberships to police officers and

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