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p; She smiled and rubbed her belly against his. “Apparently not,” she said, then kissed him.
Stone slid down a long, velvet tunnel of desire, made no attempt to slow his fall. Their clothes vanished, and they found the bed. Stone made to move on top of her, then cried out when his swollen knee took his weight.
She pushed him onto his back, kissed the knee, kissed his lips and his nipples, kissed his navel and his penis, took him in her mouth, nearly swallowed him, brought him fully erect, then slid him inside her.
Stone looked up at the long body, the firm breasts, freed from the cashmere, the lips parted in ecstasy, the glazed eyes. She sucked him inside her again and again. When he thought he would come, she stopped and sat still, kissing his ears and his eyes, then she began again. Half an hour seemed to stretch into weeks, until, bathed in sweat, his face buried between her breasts, he came with her, and their cries echoed around the underfurnished room.
They lay in each other’s arms, spent, breathing hard, caressing.
“You never told me what your favorite thing was,” Stone said.
“That was it,” Cary replied, kissing him.
Stone woke to broad daylight, and she was gone. A card was propped on the mantelpiece. There were phone numbers for home and work and an address: 1011 Fifth Avenue.
Chapter 11
Stone arrived in the detectives’ squad room of the 19th Precinct feeling rested, refreshed, fulfilled, and in an extremely good mood. The good mood was tempered somewhat by the rows of empty desks in the room. Twenty-four hours earlier, they had been filled with detectives doing his bidding, chasing down every lead on the Sasha Nijinsky disappearance, leaving only to interview her co-workers and acquaintances, again at his bidding. He had the sickening feeling that his time at the head of the investigation had come to an end.
Dino was in Lieutenant Leary’s glassed-in office at the end of the large room. Stone rapped on the glass and joined them. “Where is everybody?” he asked Dino as he pulled up a chair.
“On the cabdriver thing,” Dino said.
Stone turned to Leary. “Lieutenant, you’re not going to pull my guys off this investigation and put them on a cabdriver murder, are you?”
“Yeah,” Leary said, “but it’s three murders.”
“The cabdriver and who else?” Stone asked.
“The cabdriver and two other cabdrivers,” Leary said. “Don’t you watch TV or nothing?”
“I got a late start this morning,” Stone said. “You mean three cabdrivers on the same day?”
“On the same night, all within an hour of each other,” Leary said. “We got a fucking wildcat cabdrivers’ strike going, you know that? Park Avenue is a parking lot. There’s two thousand cabs just sitting there. You didn’t notice?”
“ Park Avenue isn’t on my way to work,” Stone said.
“You’re lucky you and Bacchetti are still on Nijinsky,” Leary said. “The mayor wasn’t interested personally, you wouldn’t be. What’ve you got on the lady?”
“Zip,” Dino said.
“Some ideas,” Stone said, shooting Dino a glance.
“What ideas?” Leary asked.
“We want a search warrant on Van Fleet,” Stone said.
“Dino’s been telling me about him,” Leary replied. “I like him for this. You got enough for the warrant?”
“The letters ought to do it. We can demonstrate his undue interest in Nijinsky.”
“See Judge O’Neal,” Leary said. “She’s got a hair up her ass about anything to do with any crime against women. She’ll buy the letters.”
“Right.”
“What else you got?”