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dripping. Her chest jiggled beneath the tight knit, revealing the embossed impression of two distinct nipples and the lacy view of purple lingerie that wasn’t concealing as much as revealing. As cold as it was, she should have been wearing a coat, but Zack knew why she didn’t. Mabel used her feminine persuasion in all the best ways. The more that showed–well, the more that showed.
Of course he looked. He wasn’t dead. Besides, guys called ‘em headlights. Hers were on high beam. How could he miss them? Zack leaned in nearly close enough to touch the merchandise and paused right there. Flirting was one thing. She was another. “You keep talking like that and—”
The oriental gong alert sounded on his cell phone.
“Hey, David, what’s up?” he answered hoarsely, the bills between his two fingers, and Mabel still offering a show. He cast one last hungry look down the valley between her breasts and pantomimed a kiss.
She took the money and slowly extricated her long legs from his car, blowing a return kiss over her shoulder.
“I’m at the county morgue. Can you meet me?” Leave it to David to spoil a semi-good time.
“Sure.” Zack’s gaze lowered to the round backside still planted in the passenger bucket seat. She did fill it extremely well and the hem of her skirt was as high as her cleavage was low. Some kind of tattooed artwork kept peeking out between the top of her skirt and the bottom of her sweater, right above some kind of lacy strap that might have been a thong. The view offered too much enticement. Tattoo or underwear? How did a man not look?
“You need to get down here. I’ve found something.”
“On my way.” The tremor of concern in David’s voice caught Zack’s attention even as he kept an eyeball on the shell game going on with Mabel’s derriere. The girl knew how to tease. “What’d you find?” he asked, his attention still wandering.
“You’ve got see this to believe it. Please hurry.”
“Be right there,” he said, but he thought, ‘And you’ve got to see this’.
“Before you take off and leave me.” Mabel waited, half-in and half-out of his car like the working girl she was — working it. “There is an old guy now I think about it. He hangs out around the rescue mission. Might be the one you’re looking for. Name’s Marty.”
“He been talking about a little girl, has he?” Zack lifted his gaze to Mabel’s face.
“Actually, he’s always talking about a little girl. I thought it was his daughter, but I could be wrong. He might be worth checking into.”
“Thanks, Mabel.”
“Why don’t you come back later and thank me in person, Zack baby?” She batted those luxurious lashes. “I’d give you a discount. Might put a smile on your handsome face.”
“If you can find out something about those little Chinese girls, I just might.” He revved the engine, listening to it purr for a few seconds before he engaged the clutch.
She pouted. “And if I don’t? Will I ever see you again?”
Zack smiled. “You never know.”
A blustery wind tossed her bright red hair as she got out of the car, looking forlorn. He pulled away from the curb, glancing in his rearview mirror. She got over her loneliness the minute another car pulled to the curb.
Too soon, he was looking down at a stainless steel tray with the remains of a very small body tagged, ‘Jane Doe’. “Hell. She’s just a baby.”
“Two years old,” David explained.
“Is anyone looking for her?”
“Not that the police are aware of. They’re running a nationwide search.”
Zack turned his face from David to gather his composure. The operation was becoming tougher than he’d expected. The morgue always gave him the creeps, but standing over a deceased child as young as the little girl in the tray created another feeling entirely. He wasn’t so much disgusted as he was angry. How could anyone hurt an innocent baby? What made some people so evil? So twisted and so damned cruel? He
Of course he looked. He wasn’t dead. Besides, guys called ‘em headlights. Hers were on high beam. How could he miss them? Zack leaned in nearly close enough to touch the merchandise and paused right there. Flirting was one thing. She was another. “You keep talking like that and—”
The oriental gong alert sounded on his cell phone.
“Hey, David, what’s up?” he answered hoarsely, the bills between his two fingers, and Mabel still offering a show. He cast one last hungry look down the valley between her breasts and pantomimed a kiss.
She took the money and slowly extricated her long legs from his car, blowing a return kiss over her shoulder.
“I’m at the county morgue. Can you meet me?” Leave it to David to spoil a semi-good time.
“Sure.” Zack’s gaze lowered to the round backside still planted in the passenger bucket seat. She did fill it extremely well and the hem of her skirt was as high as her cleavage was low. Some kind of tattooed artwork kept peeking out between the top of her skirt and the bottom of her sweater, right above some kind of lacy strap that might have been a thong. The view offered too much enticement. Tattoo or underwear? How did a man not look?
“You need to get down here. I’ve found something.”
“On my way.” The tremor of concern in David’s voice caught Zack’s attention even as he kept an eyeball on the shell game going on with Mabel’s derriere. The girl knew how to tease. “What’d you find?” he asked, his attention still wandering.
“You’ve got see this to believe it. Please hurry.”
“Be right there,” he said, but he thought, ‘And you’ve got to see this’.
“Before you take off and leave me.” Mabel waited, half-in and half-out of his car like the working girl she was — working it. “There is an old guy now I think about it. He hangs out around the rescue mission. Might be the one you’re looking for. Name’s Marty.”
“He been talking about a little girl, has he?” Zack lifted his gaze to Mabel’s face.
“Actually, he’s always talking about a little girl. I thought it was his daughter, but I could be wrong. He might be worth checking into.”
“Thanks, Mabel.”
“Why don’t you come back later and thank me in person, Zack baby?” She batted those luxurious lashes. “I’d give you a discount. Might put a smile on your handsome face.”
“If you can find out something about those little Chinese girls, I just might.” He revved the engine, listening to it purr for a few seconds before he engaged the clutch.
She pouted. “And if I don’t? Will I ever see you again?”
Zack smiled. “You never know.”
A blustery wind tossed her bright red hair as she got out of the car, looking forlorn. He pulled away from the curb, glancing in his rearview mirror. She got over her loneliness the minute another car pulled to the curb.
Too soon, he was looking down at a stainless steel tray with the remains of a very small body tagged, ‘Jane Doe’. “Hell. She’s just a baby.”
“Two years old,” David explained.
“Is anyone looking for her?”
“Not that the police are aware of. They’re running a nationwide search.”
Zack turned his face from David to gather his composure. The operation was becoming tougher than he’d expected. The morgue always gave him the creeps, but standing over a deceased child as young as the little girl in the tray created another feeling entirely. He wasn’t so much disgusted as he was angry. How could anyone hurt an innocent baby? What made some people so evil? So twisted and so damned cruel? He
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