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the time, right under our eyes. No wonder every time some agent gets close to figuring out who
offed that Senator, he dies. Jesus. His grin widened and he lifted me and swung me around. Oh,
babe. You helped me crack it! He s the director of the goddamn FBI! Woohoo!
Seeing him so happy was awesome. Things were going to work out perfectly.
So, we have a deal? I asked against his cheek.
Deal? As if it were a word from a foreign language.
Yeah. Deal. I helped you solve your case, which you came here for, now you help me with
what I came here for.
His expression fell.
Goodman? Why wouldn t he look at me? No, seriously! You wanted my info, which I
willingly handed over, which means you went for the deal. You cannot double-cross me, Mitchell.
You can t!
I already told you why we can t. And I never said I d go for the deal.
Just like he said. He tried to tell me all cops are lousy, lying, double-crossing& I could
think of no good words. & louses! Just like he said. God! You ve been lying to me for days,
ever since he figured out you were a cop. And now you ve got a chance to make it all right. To
fix everything. My dad had a chance to be a hero who sacrificed his contacts to his family for
the greater good, and Mitch wanted to screw that up. You know, I stuck my index finger in his
face, Dennis-style, if he dies tonight or if I never find out what happens to him, I m holding you
accountable!
Mitch leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, breathed long and slow through his nose
and stared off at a corner. And turned red, nonetheless. Lying. His heel tapped the wall. Okay,
look. It was embarrassing that Keen caught me in the act of trying to run from the cops and figured
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out I was one. I should ve let them haul me in and then told them who I was. But after they started
beating me, I didn t want to spend the whole night dealing with them. It would ve been morning
before somebody with half a brain showed up at the station and listened to me. So I decided to
make a break for it. I never imagined you d con Keen into coming in for me. So yeah, after all
your amateur sleuthing in Sedona, and laughing at me like I was some kind of goddamn beginner
at this, I didn t want you to know Keen made me on the second day of my assignment. Go ahead
and persecute me for wanting to impress you.
Okay, his reason for keeping me in the dark was almost sympathy-worthy. What the hell
am I supposed to tell my dad?
He leveled me a look to rival the stern ones Dennis had given me earlier. While we re in
confession mode, or at least, while I am, maybe you d like to join me?
Uh-oh. He obviously knew something I didn t know he knew, which didn t bode well for
my stance on the whole Witness Protection issue. Dennis sorta went through my backpack. And
you know all those counterfeit money stories on the news? This must not be the part he knew,
since he looked appalled. Most of the money I got at the ATM on the way out of Sedona was
printed post-1980.
His hands gripped his head. But at least he wasn t looking at me, which made my other
confessions easier.
Stu went through my bag too. And found something else.
Mitch looked up at me.
Um. You remember my, ah, travel journal?
His jaws flexed.
I m pretty sure Dennis read it too.
He gave me a half-sick smile. So you failed to tell me about the money, kinda like I failed
to tell you about Keen making me.
Didn t sound too bad. I nodded. Getting all this off my chest felt better already!
Then he straightened to his full height. But you outright lied to me when I asked you about
that notebook. Ugg. You jeopardized everything by dragging that thing around, writing God-
knows-what, and you ve got the nerve to point your finger at me?
Oh, this wasn t going right. Here we were, fighting again. I hadn t fought this much since
I d been married. Maybe I wasn t ready for another relationship. Mitch was well and truly mad.
He d brushed past me to look out a porthole, and the back of his neck and ears were very red, even
through his fake tan. You know, if everybody would stay out of my private stuff
His head dropped. Was he sobbing? His body shook and there was that howling sound&
Then he turned and wiped at his eyes. Laughing.
The only girl I ve ever known who would break into my hotel room and go through all my
shit, is indignant because somebody returned the favor!
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He had a point, but it didn t mean I had to like it. So I crossed my arms over my chest and
looked away from him, lest I start laughing too.
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the time, right under our eyes. No wonder every time some agent gets close to figuring out who
offed that Senator, he dies. Jesus. His grin widened and he lifted me and swung me around. Oh,
babe. You helped me crack it! He s the director of the goddamn FBI! Woohoo!
Seeing him so happy was awesome. Things were going to work out perfectly.
So, we have a deal? I asked against his cheek.
Deal? As if it were a word from a foreign language.
Yeah. Deal. I helped you solve your case, which you came here for, now you help me with
what I came here for.
His expression fell.
Goodman? Why wouldn t he look at me? No, seriously! You wanted my info, which I
willingly handed over, which means you went for the deal. You cannot double-cross me, Mitchell.
You can t!
I already told you why we can t. And I never said I d go for the deal.
Just like he said. He tried to tell me all cops are lousy, lying, double-crossing& I could
think of no good words. & louses! Just like he said. God! You ve been lying to me for days,
ever since he figured out you were a cop. And now you ve got a chance to make it all right. To
fix everything. My dad had a chance to be a hero who sacrificed his contacts to his family for
the greater good, and Mitch wanted to screw that up. You know, I stuck my index finger in his
face, Dennis-style, if he dies tonight or if I never find out what happens to him, I m holding you
accountable!
Mitch leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, breathed long and slow through his nose
and stared off at a corner. And turned red, nonetheless. Lying. His heel tapped the wall. Okay,
look. It was embarrassing that Keen caught me in the act of trying to run from the cops and figured
182 Trouble Under Venus
out I was one. I should ve let them haul me in and then told them who I was. But after they started
beating me, I didn t want to spend the whole night dealing with them. It would ve been morning
before somebody with half a brain showed up at the station and listened to me. So I decided to
make a break for it. I never imagined you d con Keen into coming in for me. So yeah, after all
your amateur sleuthing in Sedona, and laughing at me like I was some kind of goddamn beginner
at this, I didn t want you to know Keen made me on the second day of my assignment. Go ahead
and persecute me for wanting to impress you.
Okay, his reason for keeping me in the dark was almost sympathy-worthy. What the hell
am I supposed to tell my dad?
He leveled me a look to rival the stern ones Dennis had given me earlier. While we re in
confession mode, or at least, while I am, maybe you d like to join me?
Uh-oh. He obviously knew something I didn t know he knew, which didn t bode well for
my stance on the whole Witness Protection issue. Dennis sorta went through my backpack. And
you know all those counterfeit money stories on the news? This must not be the part he knew,
since he looked appalled. Most of the money I got at the ATM on the way out of Sedona was
printed post-1980.
His hands gripped his head. But at least he wasn t looking at me, which made my other
confessions easier.
Stu went through my bag too. And found something else.
Mitch looked up at me.
Um. You remember my, ah, travel journal?
His jaws flexed.
I m pretty sure Dennis read it too.
He gave me a half-sick smile. So you failed to tell me about the money, kinda like I failed
to tell you about Keen making me.
Didn t sound too bad. I nodded. Getting all this off my chest felt better already!
Then he straightened to his full height. But you outright lied to me when I asked you about
that notebook. Ugg. You jeopardized everything by dragging that thing around, writing God-
knows-what, and you ve got the nerve to point your finger at me?
Oh, this wasn t going right. Here we were, fighting again. I hadn t fought this much since
I d been married. Maybe I wasn t ready for another relationship. Mitch was well and truly mad.
He d brushed past me to look out a porthole, and the back of his neck and ears were very red, even
through his fake tan. You know, if everybody would stay out of my private stuff
His head dropped. Was he sobbing? His body shook and there was that howling sound&
Then he turned and wiped at his eyes. Laughing.
The only girl I ve ever known who would break into my hotel room and go through all my
shit, is indignant because somebody returned the favor!
Autumn Piper 183
He had a point, but it didn t mean I had to like it. So I crossed my arms over my chest and
looked away from him, lest I start laughing too.
Randi. Jesus, you re a pain in the ass. Pain in the ass or no, he took me in his arms again. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]