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Kelly ran to the restroom, weapon drawn. I apologized to the woman that I had mistaken for the suspect. Surprisingly, she was polite considering the way I had roughed her up and made her miss the train. A moment later, Kelly came out with a sophisticated mask that looked like the woman we had seen on videotape and a frightened woman who said that a woman had knocked her out and taken her clothing. Kelly and I looked at each other, shaking our heads. We knew Michelson was going to go nuts over this. He might have forgiven the high-speed chase and endangering innocent citizens if we had caught her. But since we hadnât, we were in troubleâbig-time.
CHAPTER 23
I T WAS PERSONAL NOW . For the first time, someone had scared Coco Nimburu. The danger excited her. She had just had an encounter with an agent who had chased and almost killed her. She could tell from the look in her eyes that Phoenix Perry was determined to catch her. If necessary, she would scour the entire station, looking for the smallest clue to her whereabouts.
The other agent seemed to be equally determined, driving at speeds exceeding 100 mph with little regard for civilians. These two were good and relentless. Were it not for her own great athletic ability and martial arts skills, Coco would surely be dead or in chains.
She casually walked up the stairs to the street and flagged a cab. On the way back to the Capitol Hill Hyatt Regency, she began to plot the demise of her new archenemy. First, she was going to find out absolutely everything there was to know about Phoenix Perry. The cab stopped in front of the hotel, which was inundated with cops. But they had no idea what Coco really looked like. So they checked her ID, which was flawless, and then made sure she was a registered guest and let her by.
Coco returned to her twentieth-floor room and disrobed, leaving each garment on the floor where it dropped. Still hyped from the chase, she needed a hot bath and sex, both of which would be taken care of in the bathtub. Climbing into the tub, she positioned herself under the faucet so that she could feel the nonstop splash of warm water on her sensitive clitoris. She laid back and let the water run for about an hour, then bathed.
CHAPTER 24
T HE B UREAU had an unwritten rule. To err is human; to forgive is not FBI policy. Itâs funny, right up until the moment you find yourself getting your ass chewed like thereâs no tomorrow. On our way back to the hotel, Kelly and I drove past the accident that had resulted from our high-speed chase. There were five EMS vehicles on the scene.
I saw Michelson when we pulled into the Capitol Hill Hyatt Regency parking lot. He didnât look happy. Kelly got out of the Stingray and waited for me. I was thinking about the Assassin.
âIâm glad youâre runninâ the show on this one, Phoenix,â Kelly joked, checking her precious Corvette for any scratches. âNothing happened to my baby. So life is good.â
I couldnât help laughing. I loved her sense of humor. She had a way of making the direst situation less dreadful.
âWeâre in trouble, Kelly. The woman we chased is a highly skilled martial artist, probably trained all her life. Sheâs powerful, balanced, and keeps her head in the heat of battle. She wonât be taken alive.â
âYeah, and sheâs also a nymphomaniac.â Kelly smiled.
I grinned. âSeriously, Kelly. When we find her again, I want you to stick close to me. You donât have the training to go at her one on one. Iâm not sure I have the training either.â
We had started for the hotel lobby when Michelson stormed around the corner. Always well-groomed, Michelson was a spit-and-polished FBIman. His personal motto was âNever make the bureau look bad.â Michelson had a way of making you feel like a complete buffoon without saying a word. The look on his face was sufficient, and I would have settled
Kelly ran to the restroom, weapon drawn. I apologized to the woman that I had mistaken for the suspect. Surprisingly, she was polite considering the way I had roughed her up and made her miss the train. A moment later, Kelly came out with a sophisticated mask that looked like the woman we had seen on videotape and a frightened woman who said that a woman had knocked her out and taken her clothing. Kelly and I looked at each other, shaking our heads. We knew Michelson was going to go nuts over this. He might have forgiven the high-speed chase and endangering innocent citizens if we had caught her. But since we hadnât, we were in troubleâbig-time.
CHAPTER 23
I T WAS PERSONAL NOW . For the first time, someone had scared Coco Nimburu. The danger excited her. She had just had an encounter with an agent who had chased and almost killed her. She could tell from the look in her eyes that Phoenix Perry was determined to catch her. If necessary, she would scour the entire station, looking for the smallest clue to her whereabouts.
The other agent seemed to be equally determined, driving at speeds exceeding 100 mph with little regard for civilians. These two were good and relentless. Were it not for her own great athletic ability and martial arts skills, Coco would surely be dead or in chains.
She casually walked up the stairs to the street and flagged a cab. On the way back to the Capitol Hill Hyatt Regency, she began to plot the demise of her new archenemy. First, she was going to find out absolutely everything there was to know about Phoenix Perry. The cab stopped in front of the hotel, which was inundated with cops. But they had no idea what Coco really looked like. So they checked her ID, which was flawless, and then made sure she was a registered guest and let her by.
Coco returned to her twentieth-floor room and disrobed, leaving each garment on the floor where it dropped. Still hyped from the chase, she needed a hot bath and sex, both of which would be taken care of in the bathtub. Climbing into the tub, she positioned herself under the faucet so that she could feel the nonstop splash of warm water on her sensitive clitoris. She laid back and let the water run for about an hour, then bathed.
CHAPTER 24
T HE B UREAU had an unwritten rule. To err is human; to forgive is not FBI policy. Itâs funny, right up until the moment you find yourself getting your ass chewed like thereâs no tomorrow. On our way back to the hotel, Kelly and I drove past the accident that had resulted from our high-speed chase. There were five EMS vehicles on the scene.
I saw Michelson when we pulled into the Capitol Hill Hyatt Regency parking lot. He didnât look happy. Kelly got out of the Stingray and waited for me. I was thinking about the Assassin.
âIâm glad youâre runninâ the show on this one, Phoenix,â Kelly joked, checking her precious Corvette for any scratches. âNothing happened to my baby. So life is good.â
I couldnât help laughing. I loved her sense of humor. She had a way of making the direst situation less dreadful.
âWeâre in trouble, Kelly. The woman we chased is a highly skilled martial artist, probably trained all her life. Sheâs powerful, balanced, and keeps her head in the heat of battle. She wonât be taken alive.â
âYeah, and sheâs also a nymphomaniac.â Kelly smiled.
I grinned. âSeriously, Kelly. When we find her again, I want you to stick close to me. You donât have the training to go at her one on one. Iâm not sure I have the training either.â
We had started for the hotel lobby when Michelson stormed around the corner. Always well-groomed, Michelson was a spit-and-polished FBIman. His personal motto was âNever make the bureau look bad.â Michelson had a way of making you feel like a complete buffoon without saying a word. The look on his face was sufficient, and I would have settled
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