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?I rose from my seat. “You can’t just—”
?“Sit down!” DeStadler shouted. “And get me those files! You are going nowhere until I have those files!”
?I am sure the look on my face could’ve scared children, but I slowly sat down, picturing several horrible deaths for the detective.
?“I’ll be back for you,” DeStadler said as he led Mark out the door.
?As the door slammed behind them, I glared up at the mirror and stuck my tongue out at whoever was watching.
?I would have to call Uncle Louie and have him ride in on his lawyer white horse. How dare they arrest Mark again, after we came here to give them information they should have found? I wanted to kick something.
?And Mark would be in jail again, so another night where I would be tossing and turning like a cat in heat. You think a girl would be able to get laid when she wants to.
?But that had been the problem for the last year and a half. I didn’t want to. I worked on my books, I had drinks with friends, I went to the occasional dinner party, and I didn’t want to have sex with anyone. I had decided I was just an ice goddess, and the sensual woman I had been was part of my younger life.
?Then I met Mark and it all came flooding back.
?Flood? More like a tidal wave.
?What was stranger was the realization that I probably never had felt anything like this with any man. Randall had been a good lover, back when he cared. Adventurous, no doubt, but it was fun and silly and I enjoyed myself.
?But he never got my emotions going the way Mark did.
?Then, a terrible thought hit me. What if, in bed, Mark and I are not compatible? What the hell would I do then?
?Just as that devastating thought wrapped its tentacles into my brain, Mark opened the door and walked into the interrogation room.
?I jumped. He wasn’t handcuffed and had opened the door on his own. He held it open and reached out a hand for me.
?I walked to him as if in a daze.
?“Oh my God,” I said in hushed tones, “you didn’t kill him, did you?”
?Mark chuckled from the earnestness of my tone. “He’s giving us a break.”
?“He is?” I marveled. “Why?”
?“He is beginning to believe we may have been set up,” Mark noted. “But he insists that we both go to my condo and stay out of his way.”
?“Ah! That sounds more like DeStadler,” I responded. “We may have to stop at a store. I’m running out of underwear.”
?Mark chuckled, a deep throaty one that made me smile. “Always practical. I think we should count our blessings and get out of here.”
?“I second the motion.”
?We gingerly made our way out of the police station, and as we stepped onto the pavement, Mark took a deep gulp of air.
?“What was that for?” I inquired.
?Mark looked very serious. “I just had the realization that if we don’t figure this out, I might not be able to breathe air as a free man for very much longer.”
27. Trim
Mark Watkins
?The trip uptown via cab was uneventful, though we did get out on Broadway instead of West End Avenue so that Sheryl could buy a few necessities, which included new ladies underwear.
?As we made our way to the counter, Sheryl asked, “Is it okay if I wash out my bra in your sink?”
