Holly laughed. “She certainly does, and she loves sticking it where it shouldn’t be. Don’t worry, there’s no one in the house. Daisy would have let us know.”
Stone looked her up and down. “You look very nice in the moonlight.”
She placed a hand on his chest. “You look pretty good yourself,” she said. “Daisy, guard.”
Daisy went and sat by the door, and Holly took Stone by the hand and led him back upstairs. She took the gun from him and dropped it in her purse, then she went to the bed and pulled Stone on top of her. “As long as we’re awake,” she said, wrapping her long legs around him.
“Funny,” he replied, “I’m not in the least sleepy.”
She reached down and put him inside her. “I’m glad to hear it,” she said, thrusting.
25
STONE WOKE TO find Holly sprawled across his chest. Gently, he rolled her over until she was beside him, on her back.
“Am I awake?” Holly asked, her eyes still closed.
“Probably not.”
“I think I am. You must be, too.”
“I think we should go back to the city this morning,” he said.
“Why?”
“I don’t like the idea of somebody following us up here, especially since I don’t know who or why.”
“Neither do I, come to think of it.”
“I’d feel better in the city. I’m not sure why.”
“I’ll trust your judgment.”
Stone showered, got dressed, and scrambled them some eggs, while Holly took Daisy for her morning walk around the Rocks, next door.
When they had finished breakfast, they put their things and Daisy into the Mercedes and drove away from the house.
“Why are you driving so fast?” Holly asked.
“Because I like driving fast; because for once, nobody is in front of me on these roads; and because if these people are still keeping tabs on us, I don’t want to make it easy for them.”
“All good reasons,” she said. “Anyway, you drive well, and I don’t see how anyone could drive this car slowly. Do you ever get tickets?”
“Not as long as I carry a badge,” Stone replied.
“You do? Let me see it.”
Stone reached into an inside pocket and fished out the wallet that held his ID card and badge. “It’s not the real thing,” he said, handing it to her. “It’s something like a seven-eighths reproduction. Most retirees carry one.”
“It says ‘retired’ down at the bottom of your ID card,” she said, “but in very small letters.”
“You learn to cover that with a finger, when you’re flashing it,” Stone said.
“Does this allow you to carry a weapon?”
“No, but the department gives you a carry license when you retire. It’s in the wallet, behind the ID, along with a Connecticut carry license.”
Holly looked at them. “Do you carry a lot?”