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Reaching into his pocket, he frantically searched for change to finish paying for his coffee. Lint and candy wrappers mixed with the quarters he found. He must not let this woman get away. Ever since he’d met her, she’d ruled his thoughts. He rushed past the line of customers and caught up with Sam. “I thought you’d left me.”
“You’re like a fungus—easy to get and hard to get rid of.”
He followed her as she headed down the sidewalk. “Wow, if your words weren’t so insulting, I’d be impressed.”
“So, was there some actual reason you needed to speak to me, or do you always get your morning coffee here?”
“No, I simply wanted to see you.”
“Couldn’t you at least pretend you needed to discuss the case or something?”
Her words surprised him. “What? I thought women wanted straight talk from men, unless I’ve been reading the wrong playbook.”
She laughed. The musical sound of it made him smile. “We do, but if you’re after a colleague, straight talk isn’t going to cut it, at least not yet. We don’t know each other well enough.”
Sam picked up speed and crossed the street at the corner. Man, she walks fast. Or maybe she truly is trying to get away from me. Either way, Marc didn’t care. He wanted to spend as much time with her as he could. He wondered whether she spoke truthfully or not—perhaps women did play by different rules when amongst colleagues. He opted to follow her lead. “I met with the couple who witnessed the body dump.” She stopped mid‑stride. Now he had her attention. This is a good method, if it’ll get her to look at me.
“I didn’t know there were witnesses.”
“Well, they didn’t see the murder, just the body dump. And now they’re adopting Mrs. Reysen’s baby.”
He jumped at the chance. “Do you want to grab lunch later, and I’ll tell you about it?”
She waited, obviously taking time to decide. “Fine, but let’s make it an early lunch. I couldn’t sleep this morning, and I need to get some rest this afternoon before I relieve Eric at the safe house.”
Marc gawked at her, stunned that she’d actually accepted his invitation. Gathering his wits, he mumbled, “Great. Okay, great. Um, I’ll see you later then.”
She called after him as he walked away. “Where are we meeting?”
“Oh, I guess that would help.” Racking his brain for the best pizza place around, he settled on his favorite. “I know a great pizzeria on the corner of Fourth and Exton Street. How does that sound?”
“Fine with me.”
They parted ways, and Marc glanced back a few times to watch her walk away. The words of the waitress from the other day echoed in his mind: Honey, you ain’t fine. You look like a lovesick puppy.