Twilight Hunger. Maggie Shayne
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gullible people into believing they needed otherworldly help, then fed information to the scam artist, who used it to convince the client he was really in touch with “the other side.”
All of this had given Max the opportunity to touch base with her favorite cop now and then. Not that that had any bearing on her decision to move into this line of work.
“So what would you say if I told you I was thinking about embarking on another little enterprise?” she asked.
Storm turned to face her, searched her face warily. “A third business?”
“I’m dropping the Web designing services. So it would only be a second business. And, in fact, it would be more like taking the existing one to a new, higher level.”
“What do you have in mind?”
Max wiped the doughnut sugar from her fingers onto her jeans and went to her desk. She opened a drawer, took out a sheet of paper, slid it across the surface. “Take a look at this and tell me what you think.”
Storm came closer, leaned over it, reading aloud. “Maxine Stuart, Licensed Private.” Then she looked up. “Licensed private investigator? Since when?”
“It just came today. I sent in the application months ago.”
“Maxie …”
“Look, I know. It sounds way over the top, but if you think about it, it’s what we’ve been doing anyway. Just in cyberspace instead of real time.”
“They can’t shoot you in cyberspace.” Storm rolled her eyes. “Who else knows about this?”
Max shrugged.
“Maxine Stuart, who else knows?”
Max lowered her eyes. “Well, Lou knows.”
“Lou. Lou Malone. I figured as much. He probably encouraged this, didn’t he?”
“Well, he, uh, helped me with the application process. He was one of my references.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Look, I’m good at this. And Lou’s already got a few cases ready to toss my way.”
“Hell. I don’t know why you don’t just jump that man’s bones and get it over with, Max.”
“I intend to. Just as soon as I can get him cornered.” Stormy’s eyes widened, and Max smiled in sheer nasty delight. “But one thing has nothing to do with the other. If I was doing this just to get closer to Lou, I’d have joined the force. It would have been easier.”
“Yeah. Right. Isn’t the old crock due to retire pretty soon?”
There was a throat clearing, and they both turned to see the old crock himself standing in the doorway. Max couldn’t judge for sure how long he’d been standing there, how much he might have heard. She figured the man’s bones would more easily succumb to any jumping she might attempt if she could sneak up on them. Take ‘em by surprise, that sort of thing.
He was too thin, so his suit looked a little on the baggy side. “Am I interrupting anything?”
Stormy turned her back to him and made wide eyes at Max. Max ignored her. “Come on in, Lou. Did you smell the doughnuts or what?”
He didn’t smile, didn’t tease her in return the way he usually did. “It’s, uh—kinda delicate.”
Frowning, Maxine walked over to where he stood. He didn’t wait. Instead he turned, stepped out onto the porch. When she joined him there and closed the door behind her, he said, “I’ll buy you a cup of coffee. We can talk there. All right?”
“Sounds serious.”
“Yeah. I need your help with something. It’s sorta right up your alley, Max, or I’d never ask.”
“Why not?”
“Why not what?”
“Why would you never ask?”
He drew a breath, sighed heavily. “‘Cause you’re brand-new at this kind of thing, and I sort of had it in mind to start you out with something a little more milk toast. Background checks on suspects, shit like that.”
“Got that much faith in me, do you?”
“You’re a kid.”
“I’m twenty-five.”
“Like I said …”
“Shut up, Lou.” She yanked open his car door and sat beside him. He didn’t take her to the coffee shop, as she had expected. Instead he pulled around the drive-through window of a fast food joint and got two large coffees, one black, one with two creams and three sugars. She smiled as he rattled off the order without asking her. He knew exactly how she liked her coffee.
His bones, she mused, were practically jumped already.
He drove to the nearest parking area, shut the car off and turned in his seat to face her.
“Gee, Lou, if you want to take me parking, maybe we should aim for something just a little more secluded.”
His face colored. “Yeah, right.”
“There’s this old gravel bed south of town where everyone used to go to make out back in high school. You know it?”
He avoided her eyes. “Of course I know it.”
“Mmm. So you’ve been there?”
“Yeah. Shining lights on kids who ought to know better and sending ‘em home to their mammas. Now, do you wanna talk business or do you wanna play, Maxie?”
She wanted to play. With him. Now. But she’d obviously pissed him off. He always got pissed off when she flirted with him, even a little bit. “Fine. Business. Go ahead.” She sat back in her seat and sipped her coffee.
“Okay. There’s this woman. She’s a friend of mine. A good friend.”
Fingernails raked across a chalkboard inside her head, and Maxine sat up straighter.
“Her name is Lydia Jordan. She runs Haven House.”
Max blinked now as her mind filled in the blanks. “That’s that girls’ shelter downtown? For runaway teens in trouble?”
He nodded.
“But I thought that was run by a pair of former prostitutes.”
Again he nodded.
She lifted her eyebrows and stared at him. “This friend of yours is a hooker?”
“Was a hooker.”
“And how the hell is it that you know her so well?” she asked, and she really didn’t care how bitchy it sounded.
He smiled at her. “Hell, Maxie, if I wasn’t old enough to be your father, I’d almost think you were jealous.”
“You’re nowhere near old enough to be my father.” He was, technically, but she wasn’t about to admit it.
He sighed, shaking his head. “I met Lydia the first time I picked her up for soliciting. I was a rookie, and she couldn’t have been more than eighteen. I must have brought her in a dozen times over the years before she finally got herself straightened out. I didn’t know Kimbra as well. But the two of them met on the streets, became best friends and helped each other start over.”
“That’s the partner? The other half of the dynamic duo?”
He nodded. “They got legitimate jobs, took classes, and once they had themselves taken care of, they reached back down to help other girls like them. I think they’d both spent some time at Haven House before they took it over. Anyway, none of that matters right now.”
“Of course it matters. Just how close are you to this Lydia person, Lou?”