Convincing Alex
Page 13

 Nora Roberts

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"Sure." She swaggered out, blowing smoke in Alex's face for effect.
"Take off."
Bobby moved his shoulders again, smirked. "The coffee's lousy here, anyway." He flicked a glance at Bess. "Next time, sweetheart."
Alex waited ten humming seconds after the door swung shut. Without a word, he stalked over to Bess and grabbed her by the arm and hustled her out the door.
"Look, if this is a knight-in-shining-armor routine, I appreciate it, but I don't need rescuing."
"You need a straitjacket."
With murder in his heart, he dragged her half a block.
"In the car," he snapped, opening the back door of the patrol car.
"A cab would be—"
He swore, put a hand on her head and shoved her into the back seat.
Resigned, Bess settled back. "Hi, Judd," she said as he took his place in the passenger seat in front. "How's Holly?"
"Great, thanks." He slanted a look toward his partner. "Ah, she really had a good time at your place."
"I'm glad. We'll have to do it again." Alex whipped out into traffic with enough force to have her slamming back against the seat. Without missing a beat, Bess crossed her legs. "Am I allowed to ask where we're going, or is this another bust?"
"I should be taking you to Bellevue, where you belong," Alex responded. "But I'm taking you home."
"Well, thanks for the lift."
His eyes flashed to hers in the rearview mirror. Her face was still flushed, and her irises were a sharp enough jade to slice to the bone, but she looked more miffed than upset. Miffed, he thought with a snort. Stupid word. It fit her perfectly.
"You're an idiot, McNee. And, like most idiots, you're dangerous."
"Oh, really?" She scooted up in the seat so that she could lean between him and Judd. "Just how do you figure that, smart guy?"
"Not only do you go back down to an area you have no business even knowing about—"
"Give me a break."
"But," he continued, "you sit there drinking coffee with a hooker, then pick a fight with her pimp. The kind of guy who'd as soon give a woman a black eye as wish her good-morning."
Bess poked a finger at his shoulder. "I didn't pick a fight with anyone, and if I had, it would be my business."
"That's why you're an idiot."
"Hey, Alex, ease off."
"Keep out of this," Alex and Bess snarled in unison.
"I'm not even here," Judd mumbled, scooting down in his seat.
"It so happens I was conducting an interview." Bess folded her arms on the seat so that she wouldn't give in to the nasty urge to twist Alex's ear. "In a public place," she added. "And you had no right to come bursting in and ruining everything before I'd finished."
"If I hadn't come bursting in, babe, you'd have had your nose broken again."
She scowled, wrinkling her undeniably crooked nose. "I can defend my nose, and anything else, just fine."
"Yeah, anyone can see you're a regular amazon. Ow!" He slapped at her hand and swore the air blue when she gave in and twisted his ear. "The minute I get you out of this car, I'm going to—"
"Uh, Alex?"
"I told you to keep out of it."
"I'm out," Judd assured him. "But you might want to take a look at the liquor store coming up at nine o'clock."
Still steaming, Alex did, then let out a heavy sigh. "Perfect. This makes it perfect. Call it in."
Bess watched, wide-eyed, as Judd radioed in an armed robbery in progress, gave their location and requested backup. Before she could shut her gaping mouth, Alex was swinging to the curb.
"You," he said, stabbing a finger in her face. "Stay in the car, or I swear I'll wring your neck."
"I'm not going anywhere," Bess assured him after she managed to swallow the large ball of fear lodged in her throat. But before the words were out, he and Judd were out of the car and drawing their weapons.
He'd already forgotten her, she realized as she stared at his profile. Before he and Judd had crossed the street, he'd put on his cop's mind and his cop's face. She'd seen hundreds of actors try to emulate that particular look. Some came close, she realized, but this was the real thing. It wasn't grim or fierce, but flat, almost blank.
Except for the eyes, she thought with a quick shudder. She'd had only one glimpse of his eyes, but it had been enough.
Life and death had been in them, and a potential for violence she would never have guessed at.
In the darkened car, she gripped her hands together and prayed.
He hadn't forgotten her. It infuriated him that he had to fight to tuck her into some back corner of his mind. There were innocent people in that store. A man and a woman. He could smell the fear while he was still three yards away.
But he broke his concentration long enough to glance back and make certain she was staying put.
He gestured Judd to one side of the door while he took the other. He didn't have time to worry that the rookie might freeze. Right now they were just two cops, and he had to believe Judd would go with him through the door.
The 9 mm felt warm in his hand. He'd already identified the weapons of the two perpetrators. One had a sawed-off shotgun, the other a wicked-looking .45. He could hear the woman crying, pleading not to be hurt. Alex ignored it. They would wait for backup as long as they could.
He shifted just enough to look inside.
Behind the counter, a woman of approximately sixty stood with her hands at her throat, weeping. A man of about the same age was emptying the cash register as fast as his trembling hands allowed. One of the gunmen grabbed a bottle off a shelf. He ripped off the top and guzzled. Swearing at the old man, he smashed the bottle on the counter and jabbed the broken glass toward his face.
Alex had seen the look before, and he knew they wouldn't be content with the money. "We're going in," he whispered to Judd. "You go low, go for the one on the right."
Pale, Judd nodded. "Say when."
"Don't fire your weapon unless you have to." Alex sucked in his breath and went through the door. "Police!" In the back of his mind he heard the sirens from the backup as the first gunman swung the shotgun in his direction. "Drop it!" he ordered, knowing it was useless. The woman was already screaming before the first shots were fired.