![]() The next night, Jared was still thinking about the woman and still mentally yelling at himself to forget about her. “Crap,” she sighed and got up to make the first of several cups of coffee. He probably had men working on the problem already. was at least as interested in putting her behind bars as he was in Carlotti-but he had to worry about the doctor. The psycho wouldn’t have to worry about her-the D.A. Carlotti had to shut him up, the sooner the better. When he was thirteen, he’d killed a witness to his shoplifting, just to avoid being shipped back to Juvie. And Carlotti’s worst fear was doing time. If word got out that there was one eyewitness, others would certainly follow…the D.A. would be glad to get Carlotti on trespassing and attempted assault, if only so he could introduce his suspicions to a judge. The doc couldn’t testify to much, but anything was a start-didn’t Capone go down for tax evasion? The D.A. found out, he’d subpoena the doc in a nanosecond. His gaze had been so curiously intense and his smile…his marvelous smile…Ī sudden thought made her straighten up so quickly she nearly tumbled into the tub. Who knows what she might have said-or done-if Security hadn’t showed up. She must have stared at him for an hour, or so it seemed. To ask if she needed a safe place to stay. He’d chased her, but, to her surprise, not to hurt her or turn her in. If she closed her eyes she could still see him: so broad-shouldered he nearly filled the doorway, with lush dark hair and the blackest eyes, strong, long-fingered hands…and a grin like lightning, a grin that lit up his whole face. He’d finally cornered her and found out that a thief was never more dangerous than when her back was to the wall.Īnd the doctor who had seen everything-what was that about? He’d watched her, tried to warn her and she could still feel the heat of his dark gaze. She hadn’t counted on how deserted a hospital would be at three a.m. She’d run for the hospital, naively thinking he wouldn’t follow her to a well-lit, populated building. She sat down on the rim of the tub and started to fill it with warm water-after tonight, she needed to get Carlotti’s stink off her-and thought about the idiot. It was hers and she liked to think of it as a fox den, a haven from predators. No shower, a cracked tub and a rust-stained sink…the room was so small, when she sat on the toilet her knees touched the wall. ![]() Shivering a little, she got up off the couch and headed for her mini-bathroom. And, as a faithful disciple of mob movie fiction, he was still after her. Carlotti, of course, was a real idiot and thus he fancied himself a Mob Drug Lord. Too much heat, the Feds had no tolerance for it and the fall was long if you got pinched. Only the real idiots stayed in the drug trade, she knew. It was absolutely ridiculous how much a thriving salon could make in a fiscal year, especially if they also handled manicures. ![]() These days, the Mob was a lot more interested in legitimate business: video arcades, karaoke bars, and beauty salons. Sometimes they were successful in contracting crime to the local talent…most times, not. A few groups of loosely connected dealers, that was all. ![]() And as for “organized crime”-ha! It wasn’t organized at all. Everyone on the wrong side of the law knew the mob wasn’t the all-seeing, vengeance-taking organization depicted in the movies. That was Carlotti’s problem-one of his problems, anyway-he fancied himself a Corleone, when in reality he was a Clouseau. Guy’s watched a few too many Godfather movies. Screw up one lousy drug shipment for the guy by siccing the Man on him, she thought morosely and that five years ago! And he’s still holding a grudge, still wants to kill me. If fear had been the fuel for her legs, hatred was his. Now, in the privacy of her apartment, she collapsed on her thirty-dollar thrift shop couch (tastefully upholstered in puke orange) and relived the chase. She started running when she heard him scrambling behind her and the chase was on. She had spotted him before she was even all the way through the door of the club and immediately turned and walked out.
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