Undercover Lover, page 8
As he pulled onto the highway, he glanced over at her. Her arms were crossed, but the trembling of her lips gave her away.
“It’s a good thing I’ve got renter’s insurance,” she said with a half hitch in her voice.
He put a hand on her knee. He meant it to be comforting, but when she jumped, he removed it. “You can put together a list in the morning. Right now, I’d feel a lot better if you stayed at the station while we get a statement and figure out the next step.”
“I can go to the hospital. I have a change of clothes, and I can sleep on my table in the office tonight.”
Drake shook his head. “Stay at a hotel instead. One of the five star ones with a spa. Isn’t that what you girls like? Get a massage or a facial or something.”
“I’m really not in the pampering mood.”
“You don’t need to deal with all this on your own. Don’t you have a friend to call?”
Pam shook her head. “Not locally. I’d rather not get anyone involved in this.”
“I hate the thought of you being alone tonight.”
“So drive me to the hospital, and I’ll spend the night walking the wards and visiting patients. I’d be doing that anyway, if it was my swing-shift night. Does that work for you?”
“What would work for me was to have you under guard until we get some answers out of Oksana. But I don’t have the budget for it.”
This time, she put her hand on his knee for comfort. He didn’t jump, but a part of him did take notice. “Thanks for thinking of me, but I’ve been in worse spots.”
“Is there a reason why you’re the neighborhood pariah?”
“What do you mean?”
He was a little disappointed when she snatched her hand back. Drake reached over and brought the back of her hand to his lips. “I like you.”
“Thanks,” she said dryly, but at least he’d gotten her to smile.
“My father gambled a lot,” she said, letting him hold on to her hand. “He owed money to just about everyone in the neighborhood. Then one day, we were foreclosed upon. He’d sold the house to the bookies to save his own skin. We didn’t see him for a few months after that. He caught up with my brother and me at school because he didn’t know where we lived anymore.”
“Where did you live?”
Pam shrugged. “Depended on the day. Outside, if it was warm enough. Churches. Libraries. Pretty much any twenty-four-hour place that was willing to look the other way.”
“How old were you?”
“High school. Darren got caught driving the getaway car soon after.”
“He was tried as an adult. Geez, you think they would have gone easy on him.”
Pam nodded. “His lawyer was a joke. I couldn’t convince him to appeal the decision, and Darren…well, he was determined that prison was now his new home.”
Drake felt a chill. It was what the vor z vakone, the thief-in-laws, thought. Darren was too young to be in the Russian gulags, obviously, but the new vor had similar traditions. At some point, someone should have intervened with Darren and stopped him from pursuing this future.
“He told me he no longer had a family. No mother, no father. I was no longer his sister.”
Drake swallowed. Another part of the thieves’ code. The only reason Drake knew this was because he’d tried to join. Only, they’d laughed at him because he wasn’t Russian. All Darren had to do was forsake his old man and go to jail, and he would be a candidate—if he survived.
“I told him I would always be his sister. He told me I was just a woman.”
“Looks like the vor got their hooks into him.”
“You seem to know a lot about them.”
“At one point, I wanted to be them.”
“Why?” Pam said, her tone unbelieving.
“Respect, tradition, family, loyalty, and power. All the things I didn’t have and had no idea how to get.”
“But you became a cop? How do you go from being a wannabe gangster to being a detective?”
“I joined the police academy to be their man on the inside.” Drake had waited until he had parked the car at the station so he could see her full reaction. He regretted it when she gripped the door handle like she was going to jump out.
“You’re a dirty cop?” she whispered, her beautiful eyes wide with fear.
He cursed. He had wanted to make her laugh. He didn’t think she’d take him seriously. “No. I found all of that at the academy. Including some more things, like friendship and honor. By the time I graduated, I was on the right track.”
“Of course, if you were a dirty cop, you wouldn’t admit it,” she said, but she had released her death grip on the door.
“I’m not a dirty cop,” he said. “I drive a crappy car. I drink cheap beer. I live in a studio apartment, and I don’t have cable. I spend my vacations fishing on a friend’s boat.”
“How have you stayed single for so long? Sounds like marriage material to me,” she said.
Drake smiled. “Is that a proposal?”
“Normally, I wait to know a guy more than a few days before I start fitting him with the ball and chain.” She had a faint tinge on her cheeks. He was glad, because she had been looking so sad and pale.
“How do you feel about handcuffs?”
Her nose wrinkled. “On you or on me?”
“I’m flexible.”
“Good to know,” Pam said and glided her hand over his cheek. “You look so different without the beard. It was your eyes that gave you away. You should wear brown contacts to mute the color when you’re dressing up as a hobo and saving women from gangsters.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” He turned his face to kiss her palm.
“I want out of this situation, Drake.”
“Come on,” he said. “Let’s see what we can do about that.”
The Harding police department was small, but the staff kept things moving. Drake weaved through the corridors, holding on to Pam’s hand. He nodded to a few people, but mostly kept his head down. The last thing he wanted was to subject Pam to more cop humor. He sat her in the guest chair by his desk.
“Can I get you a cup of coffee?” he asked.
“That would be great. Milk and sugar, if you have it.”
“Just how I like my women—” Drake started to say.
A snort came from behind him. “Cold and bitter.”
“No, Mark, that’s just usually what I get.”
“The question is, did they come like that, or did you make them that way?” Pam asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Oh, I like her.” Mark was smiling his shark’s smile that normally made Drake roll his eyes, but seeing it directed at Pam rubbed him the wrong way. He wanted to give him the “back off, man” look, but of course, Mark was more concerned with staring at her legs than looking at his partner’s context clues.
“Great. Get her a cuppa Joe, light and sweet.” Drake launched himself into his chair and fired up his computer.
“I’ve got to talk to you about the interviews.”
“In a few,” Drake said. Just as soon as Pam lost that look that she was about to start crying any minute.
The report itself didn’t take long. She didn’t tell him anything he didn’t already know about the apartment break-in. He took her statement from the drive-by at Nikolai’s while he was at it, just to be thorough. The coffee and conversation seemed to be helping her unwind a bit.
“I’m going to see what Mark needs. If you want, you can use the conference room to make calls.”
“Thanks,” she said. “Am I free to go?”
“Unless being cute is illegal, we’re not charging you with anything,” Mark said.
“I can’t believe you went there,” Drake said to him. “That’s right up there with ‘is it hot in here, or is it just you’.”
“Hey, that’s a good one. Can I use it?” Mark pretended to write it down.
“Feel free. I’ll be with you in five, okay?” Drake stepped in front of him and took Pam by the arm, guiding her to the conference room. “You weren’t planning on going back to your apartment, were you?”
She shook her head. “No, I’ll get a hotel room.”
“I don’t want you to go to the hospital tonight, either. I don’t think it’s safe.” He closed the conference door behind them and, as unobtrusively as possible, shut the blinds.
“What are you doing?” she asked, looking more amused than concerned.
“I just wanted to do this.” He gathered her in his arms.
She was stiff at first, but when all he did was hold her, she gradually relaxed, and he tightened the hug.
“Don’t be nice to me. I’ll start to cry.”
“Nothing wrong with crying. You can do that here. You’re safe, and you’re not alone. In fact, if you want to, come back home with me tonight. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
He felt her smile against his chest. “You’re a nice man.”
“I’m not, really. I’m having really impure thoughts right now.”
Her chuckle made him grin, and he pressed a kiss against her forehead. “I’m trying hard not to take advantage, but I really want to kiss you without the vodka fogging the sensation.”
“If the vodka was muting that, I’m not sure it’s safe to kiss you when we could be walked in on,” she said, wrapping her arms around his back and holding him just as tightly as he was holding her.
“So, you’ll come back to my apartment?”
Pam let out a long sigh. “I’m exhausted.”
“I’ll behave. I promise.”
She leaned back to look at him. “I don’t believe you.”
He smiled at her. “There are different degrees of behaving. Why don’t we start with a nice Italian dinner? Take out. We can watch a chick movie if you’d like.”
“A chick movie?”
“I’m trying to earn points, and there aren’t any good sports programs on tonight.”
She laughed. “At least you’re honest. Let me arrange for a locksmith. When do you think I can get some cleaners in there?”
“As soon as we’re done processing the scene. Why don’t you have them come late tomorrow afternoon? If it turns out we need more time, I’ll tell you to cancel.”
“That sounds good. I’ll do that.”
“Great,” Drake leaned down and kissed her. It was much better without the vodka. Which is to say, he had to hold himself in tight control to stop from pushing her up against the door of the conference room. As it was, his hand cupped her backside so he could press her against his hardness.
Her hands were inside his jacket, shredding his control further as he felt her sharp nails through the thin cloth of his shirt. When her tongue slipped over his, he groaned into her mouth. Pam’s hand slipped down to his belt, and he forgot to breathe. For a long moment, he let her fumble with his belt buckle, while the angel on his shoulder fought with the devil on his other shoulder.
“Pam, baby, wait,” he said. He pushed her arm’s length. And almost yanked her back against him at the passion-dazed look in her eyes. “Can I take a rain check?”
He watched her face flood with color. “I’m sorry, I—”
“Don’t apologize. If I didn’t think Mark would barge in on us, I’d take you on the table.”
Pam laughed nervously. “I think I read that in Penthouse Forums.”
Drake swallowed hard. “There’s no way I’m going to be able to go out there with that knowledge in my head.”
“So stay with me.” She gave him a devilish smile.
“What the hell,” he said and was about to pull her back into his arms when the door opened.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her jump guiltily. He faced his partner dead on, grabbing a file folder off the table to camouflage the evidence of his arousal.
“Impatient?” Drake was proud he didn’t shout at him.
“Captain wants to see us in his office.”
“Excellent,” Drake said. That should take care of getting rid of his hard-on. “I’ll be back in a few,” he said to Pam. “Help yourself to more coffee.”
“Thanks.” She gave him an embarrassed half-wave and sat at the conference table.
“She’s got a great—” Mark started to say when he closed the door.
“Don’t even,” Drake warned him.
“Education,” Mark finished. “I ran her through the computer. She’s either squeaky clean, or she hides it better than most. Her brother’s antics never touched her. Her father’s a gambler—although, reformed by the look of it.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“You look like you’re getting in over your head. I just thought I’d throw a few facts your way. She might not be what she seems.”
“You worry about picking up Gregor and Piotr for questioning on the apartment. If we’re lucky, we’ll get a match on their fingerprints or maybe a DNA through the waste they left in her clothes.”
“The lab won’t get back to us for a while.”
“Find a reason to hold them until they do.” Drake knocked on the captain’s door.
“Come in,” a gruff voice said.
Drake opened the door, and Mark followed him in. “You wanted us, sir?”
Captain Francis would never win any beauty contests. On a good day, he looked like Lou Grant. Today, he looked like a pissed-off basset hound. “Three more homeless people got torched last night.”
Drake cursed.
“One was an older man down on Broad Street. Witnesses say he was mostly a drunk. Another was a bag lady sleeping under her carriage by the Henny Penny. The third was a drug addict sleeping it off in the alley on 4th street. All about an hour apart.”
The captain slammed a folder closed on his desk. “I e-mailed you the details. I want you back on the streets and to stay there until you can tell me anything. This has to stop. The only reason the media isn’t all over us is because no one cares.”
“I care,” Drake said.
“Then stop it, Detective Logan.”
He nodded. “Yeah, I’m on it. Let me wrap things up here, and I’ll get back out on the streets.”
“I want him wired,” the captain said to Mark. “No mistakes. I want a team close enough to get there fast if he gets splashed with gasoline.”
“Got it.”
“As in, they don’t get a second to light a match. Don’t take chances. Either of you.”
Mark nodded.
“Logan,” the captain barked as they were about to leave his office.
He turned around.
“I’m sorry to hear about your godfather.”
‘Thanks, Cap. We’ll get these guys.”
“I can take the doctor home,” Mark said.
“Get bent,” Drake told him. “I’ll handle it.”
He poked his head into the conference room. “Hey, you ready?”
Pam smiled at him. “Yeah, I just got off the phone with the maid service and the locksmith.”
“What time are they coming tomorrow?”
“Around four.”
Drake nodded. “We should be all done by then. But if we’re not, I’ll need you to call them off.”
“Sure. Just let me know.”
“Doctor, it was a pleasure meeting you today. I’m sorry it was so eventful.” Mark took her hand and shook it.
“Call me Pam,” she said.
“Call me, anytime,” he said, and when he let go of her hand, his business card was in her palm.
“Slick,” Drake said. “A little creepy, but slick.”
“I’ve got to round up the boys and get an operation set up. Pam, call me if you need anything. Anything at all.” He winked at her.
“Take a hike, Detective Innuendo,” Drake said, pulling Pam away.
“He’s harmless,” Pam said.
Drake grunted. “Shameless, is more like it.”
“Doc! Hey, Doc.”
Pam automatically turned her head and was startled to see one of her patients, Chick Barnes. He was the one Dr. Mastandrea had recommended that she talk to. She had been unable to keep him from checking himself out of the hospital.
“Sit down,” a large detective told him, and Chick reluctantly sank back into the chair.
“I didn’t do it, Doc. You’ve got to help me.”
Pam looked at Drake. “He’s one of my patients. Can I talk to him?”
“Houston,” Drake called over. “My wit is his shrink. Can she talk to him?”
“Sure, come on over. This should be good.” Houston leaned back in his chair and tossed a baseball from one hand to another. He looked like he should be playing professional football instead of sitting behind a desk. But he had a warm smile and kind eyes.
“Thank you, Detective,” Pam said to Houston and then pulled up a chair to sit by Chick. “What are you doing here?” she asked him.
“Some Trix robbed my cash register, and the fruitcake manager said I helped them. They had guns. And I’m a Rip.”
Drake’s eyebrows rose. It wasn’t every day they got a gang member willing to talk so freely in the police station.
“You’re not a Rip yet. You don’t have to go through with the initiation.”
Drake and Houston exchanged a look. This could be the link they needed to find out which gangs were lighting the homeless on fire.
“Yeah, if I was a Rip, they wouldn’t have dared cross me. And if they did, they’d fix the Trix.”
“It wasn’t the Trix that got you here. It was the manager. Surely, once these gentlemen look at the security tapes, they can confirm that you weren’t helping them.” Pam looked from Houston to Drake.
