Convincing Alex
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Ten minutes later, Alex was surprised by a burst of laughter. Swiveling in his chair, he spotted Trilwalter leading Bess out of his office. The two of them were chuckling together like two old friends over a private joke.
"I'm going to remember that one, Bess."
"Just don't tell the mayor where you heard it."
"I know how to respect a source." Still smiling, he glanced over at a slack-jawed Alex. "Detective, you take care of Ms. McNee. Make sure she gets what she needs."
"Sir." He cut his eyes over to Bess. She merely batted her lashes, managing to look about as innocent as a smoking gun. "I have every intention of making certain Ms. McNee gets exactly what she needs."
Bess laid her hand in Trilwalter's. "Thank you again, Donald."
"My pleasure. Don't be a stranger."
"Donald?" Alex said, the moment the captain was out of earshot.
"Yes." Bess made a production out of brushing dust from her sleeve. "That is his name."
"We use several other names for him around here. What the hell did you do in there?"
"Why, we chatted. What else?"
Glancing over her shoulder, Alex noticed money changing hands. The odds had been even that Trilwalter would chew her up, then spit her out, within ten minutes. Since he'd lost twenty on the deal himself, Alex wasn't particularly pleased.
"Sit down and be quiet," he told her. "I've got work."
"Of course."
Before she could take her seat, his phone rang. "Stanislaski. Yeah." He listened a moment, then pulled out his notepad to scribble. "I hear you. You know how it works, Boomer. It depends on what it's worth." Nodding to himself, he replaced the pad. "Yeah, we'll talk. I'll be there. In ten."
When Alex hung up the phone and grabbed for his jacket, Bess was right behind him. "What is it?"
"I've got someplace to go. Judd, let's hit it."
"I'm going with you."
Alex didn't even glance back as he started out. He was already working on tucking her in some far corner of his mind. "Forget it."
"I'm going with you," she repeated, and snagged his arm. "That's the deal."
It surprised him when he tried to shake her off and she wouldn't shake. The lady had a good grip, he noted. "I didn't make any deal."
She could be just as tough and cold-blooded as he, she thought. She planted her feet, angled her chin. "Your captain did. I ride with you, Detective, wherever you may be going. A day in the life, remember?"
"Fine." Frustration vibrated through him as he stared her down. "You ride—and you stay in the car. No way you're scaring off my snitch."
"Want me to drive?" Judd offered as they headed down the steps to the garage.
"No." Alex's answer was flat and left no room for argument. Judd sent Bess a good-natured shrug. Then, because Alex made no move to do so, he opened the back door of their nondescript unmarked car for her.
"Where are we going?" Bess asked, determined to be pleasant.
"To talk to the scum of the earth," Alex shot back as he pulled out of the garage.
"Sounds fascinating," Bess said, and meant it.
She didn't think she'd ever been in this part of town before. Many of the shop windows were boarded up. Those still in business were grubbier than usual. People still walked as though they were in a hurry, but it didn't look as if they had anyplace to go.
Funny, she thought, how Alex seemed to blend with the surroundings. It wasn't simply the jeans and battered jacket he wore, or the hair he'd deliberately mussed. It was a look in the eyes, a set of the body, a twist of the mouth. No one would look twice at him, she thought. Or if they bothered, they wouldn't see a cop, they'd see another street tough obviously on the edge of his luck.
Taking her cue from him, she pulled out her bag of cosmetics, darkening her mouth, adding just a little too much eyeliner and shadow. She tried a couple of bored looks in the mirror of her compact and decided to tease up her hair.
Alex glanced back at her and scowled. "What the hell are you doing to your face?"
"Getting into character," she said blithely. "Just like you. Are we going to bust somebody?"
He only turned away and muttered.
Just his luck, he thought. He wanted to slip into Boomer's joint unobtrusively, and he was stuck with a redhead who thought they were playing cops and robbers.
Unoffended, Bess put away her mirror and scanned the area. Parking wasn't a problem here. Bess decided that if anyone left his car unattended in this neighborhood for above ten minutes, he'd come back and be lucky to find a hubcap.
Alex swung over the curb and swore. He couldn't leave her in the car here, damn it. Any of the hustlers or junkies on the streets would take one look, then eat her alive.
"You listen to me." He turned, leaning over the seat to make his point. "Stay close to me, and keep your mouth shut. No questions, no comments."
"All right, but where—"
"No questions." He slammed out of his door, then waited for her. With his hand firm on her arm, he hauled her to the sidewalk. "If you step out of line, I swear, I'll slap the cuffs on you."
"Romantic, isn't he?" she said to Judd. "Just sends shivers down my spine."
"Keep a lid on it, McNee," Alex told her, refusing to be amused. He pulled her through a grimy door into an airless shop.
It took her a minute to get her bearings in the dim light. There were shelves and shelves crowded with dusty merchandise. Radios, picture frames, kitchenware. A tuba. A huge glass display counter with a diagonal crack across it dominated one wall. Security glass ran to the ceiling. Cutting through it was a window, like a bank teller's, studded with bars.
"A pawnshop," Bess said, with such obvious delight that Alex snarled at her.
"One word about atmosphere, I'll clobber you."
But she was already dragging out her notebook. "Go ahead, do what you have to do. You won't even know I'm here."
Sure, he thought. How would anyone know she was there, simply because that sunshine scent of her cut right through the grime and must? He stepped up to the counter just as a scrawny man in a loose white shirt came through the rear door.
"Stanislaski."