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delivery van. There he was, right in front of her, flirting with some sleazy-looking woman from his open window.
Mei drove past and hoped he hadn’t seen. She pulled a U-turn down the block, intending to park on the opposite side of the street to catch the jerk in the act. No such luck. All parking stalls were taken. She headed in the opposite direction, scrunched low in her seat again. She should’ve known.
Buying a toy for a kid was easy, but this was the real Agent Lennox, too busy chatting up a hooker to notice anyone else. At least that’s what the woman hanging on his passenger window looked like. Her painted on, skintight mini-skirt, itty-bitty turquoise top, and six-inch heels cinched the deal. It didn’t take her long to climb inside and shut the door.
Flustered, Mei spotted a place to pull over and park. It was a driveway, so she couldn’t stay long, but it allowed a few minutes to watch from her side mirror. That woman was a confidential informant? Yeah, right. He might fool Agent Tao with that line, but Mei knew better. Agent Lennox was only after one thing. The jerk.
Something clenched inside her nervous stomach as she watched the rear of the fast car. She pushed it aside, but it nagged like a little green monster, sticking its long pointed green fingernail at her. What are those two doing in there?
She reached for her binoculars.
Is he kissing that tramp? It sure looks like it.
Mei adjusted the focus on her binoculars, and—
“Hey, lady!” An angry man in gray coveralls smacked the hood of her car once with his open palm. “You’re blocking my business. Customers can’t get past ya. Move it!”
“Sorry. I’m moving.” Dropping the binoculars to her lap, Mei replied even though the man couldn’t hear her. She was so rattled she forgot to look for oncoming traffic. Horns blared. Brakes screeched. She kept going, hoping for one last glimpse of the black car in her rearview mirror as she pulled away.
The jerk was gone.
“I was kinda hoping you already saw something you liked,” sweet Mabel Magee drawled in that cute, sexy way she had.
“I might take you up on your offer one of these days,” Zack rumbled through a convincing lie. Hooking up with a lady of the street was never going to happen. Still, Mabel was always offering, always helpful, and judging by the way she batted those green contact lens-colored eyeballs, forever hopeful.
“I do like your ride, baby.” She trailed a bright turquoise fingernail across the leather seat. Yeah. Most girls liked his car, especially girls in her profession. It was nearly as fast, hot, and pricey as they thought they were. “Black is my favorite color, you know.”
He allowed a smirk. Usually, he tagged his CIs on the sidewalk in case he couldn’t get them out of said favorite color ride once they got in. Zack was no dummy. He was familiar with the lingo of babes on the street, where tricks were cheap and talk was cheaper. The line of hers was only true unless the gentleman she was working happened to drive something red, yellow, or green. The only reason she was sitting inside now was the chilly November weather blowing up her skirt outside.
“You’ll let me know if you hear anything, won’t you?”
“Oh, absolutely.” She had the fullest lips he’d ever seen. How do women do that, make their lips swell like they’ve used a vacuum nozzle or something on them? Mabel’s seemed more pronounced than most. Or maybe it was her odd choice of dark tan lipstick outlined with red. What was she going for, a chocolate cherry mouth?
“Here’s a little something for your trouble.” He stifled his opinion and offered a couple folded twenties, catnip to the prowling feline. She leaned toward him, her full cleavage on display and begging to be ogled.
“Why don’t you stick those bills where no one else can find ’em, sugar?” She licked those full lips again, letting her tongue move extra slow like they weren’t already glossed and
Mei drove past and hoped he hadn’t seen. She pulled a U-turn down the block, intending to park on the opposite side of the street to catch the jerk in the act. No such luck. All parking stalls were taken. She headed in the opposite direction, scrunched low in her seat again. She should’ve known.
Buying a toy for a kid was easy, but this was the real Agent Lennox, too busy chatting up a hooker to notice anyone else. At least that’s what the woman hanging on his passenger window looked like. Her painted on, skintight mini-skirt, itty-bitty turquoise top, and six-inch heels cinched the deal. It didn’t take her long to climb inside and shut the door.
Flustered, Mei spotted a place to pull over and park. It was a driveway, so she couldn’t stay long, but it allowed a few minutes to watch from her side mirror. That woman was a confidential informant? Yeah, right. He might fool Agent Tao with that line, but Mei knew better. Agent Lennox was only after one thing. The jerk.
Something clenched inside her nervous stomach as she watched the rear of the fast car. She pushed it aside, but it nagged like a little green monster, sticking its long pointed green fingernail at her. What are those two doing in there?
She reached for her binoculars.
Is he kissing that tramp? It sure looks like it.
Mei adjusted the focus on her binoculars, and—
“Hey, lady!” An angry man in gray coveralls smacked the hood of her car once with his open palm. “You’re blocking my business. Customers can’t get past ya. Move it!”
“Sorry. I’m moving.” Dropping the binoculars to her lap, Mei replied even though the man couldn’t hear her. She was so rattled she forgot to look for oncoming traffic. Horns blared. Brakes screeched. She kept going, hoping for one last glimpse of the black car in her rearview mirror as she pulled away.
The jerk was gone.
“I was kinda hoping you already saw something you liked,” sweet Mabel Magee drawled in that cute, sexy way she had.
“I might take you up on your offer one of these days,” Zack rumbled through a convincing lie. Hooking up with a lady of the street was never going to happen. Still, Mabel was always offering, always helpful, and judging by the way she batted those green contact lens-colored eyeballs, forever hopeful.
“I do like your ride, baby.” She trailed a bright turquoise fingernail across the leather seat. Yeah. Most girls liked his car, especially girls in her profession. It was nearly as fast, hot, and pricey as they thought they were. “Black is my favorite color, you know.”
He allowed a smirk. Usually, he tagged his CIs on the sidewalk in case he couldn’t get them out of said favorite color ride once they got in. Zack was no dummy. He was familiar with the lingo of babes on the street, where tricks were cheap and talk was cheaper. The line of hers was only true unless the gentleman she was working happened to drive something red, yellow, or green. The only reason she was sitting inside now was the chilly November weather blowing up her skirt outside.
“You’ll let me know if you hear anything, won’t you?”
“Oh, absolutely.” She had the fullest lips he’d ever seen. How do women do that, make their lips swell like they’ve used a vacuum nozzle or something on them? Mabel’s seemed more pronounced than most. Or maybe it was her odd choice of dark tan lipstick outlined with red. What was she going for, a chocolate cherry mouth?
“Here’s a little something for your trouble.” He stifled his opinion and offered a couple folded twenties, catnip to the prowling feline. She leaned toward him, her full cleavage on display and begging to be ogled.
“Why don’t you stick those bills where no one else can find ’em, sugar?” She licked those full lips again, letting her tongue move extra slow like they weren’t already glossed and
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