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“Since when have you become all politically correct, Taz?”
He looked over at me from behind the wheel of his truck. He was studying me.
“I’ve never had anything going with Dee Dee,” I said. “I just don’t appreciate the innuendos. What she chooses to do with the other guys in the bureau is her business. I just don’t want to be associated with any of it.”
“What in the hell is up your ass?”
“I’ll tell you what’s up my ass, man. That comment you made to me on the phone the other day about my staying late at the shooting range because of her, calling me a horny bastard like that in front of Lindsey.”
“What the....” and I watched as the realization sunk in and Slate got with the program.
“Taz, tell me that you’re not sleeping with my wife’s daughter, please?”
I didn’t say a word. I turned my head and gazed out of the passenger window.
“Fuck! Jesus Christ!”
I had a feeling Slate wasn’t happy about this.
“I fucking knew it,” he said, slapping his hand against the steering wheel. “I knew it that morning she came in looking all upset and disheveled. I told you then how I felt about it, Taz. So, it’s been going on all of this time? You’ve been fucking her since last Thanksgiving?”
“No,” I snapped, looking back over at him. “We got together at Christmas. In case you don’t know, Lindsey is an adult, and I’d like to know why the fuck my best friend is so pissed and offended that she and I are seeing one another.”
“Because,” he halfway snarled, “her mother is going to be upset about it and if she’s upset then I get upset.”
“Oh, it’s like that, huh? So Sammie doesn’t like me? Is that it?”
“No, Taz. That is not it. Sammie thinks you’re great; just not with her daughter.”
I looked over at him, cocking an eyebrow.
“Look,” he said, “it’s just because she knows Lindsey is young and so inexperienced. I mean for Chrissake, up until Christmas she was a freaking virgin. Sammie still thinks she is.”
“It’s not what you think,” I said to him.
“How do you know what I think?”
“Because you’re upset, man. This thing between Lindsey and me is not just sexual, Slate. We care about each other. I can’t think Sammie would have a problem with that.”
He rubbed his hand across his forehead.
“For now, can we agree that we keep Sammie out of the loop? I don’t want her stressed about anything.”
“Fine, no problem.”
Slate and I picked up vehicles in Columbia. Dee Dee and I had a room at some flea bag hotel near the docks. She was filing her nails, cracking her chewing gum on the ride into Baltimore.
“So, Taz,” she said, blowing nail dust off of her fingertips and gazing over at me all wide-eyed. “That was some sweet shooting you did at the range last week. Expecting you might need to use your Glock this trek?”
“Never know, Dee Dee,” I replied. “I hope not.”
“You know what’s crazy?” she asked.
“What?”
“Outta all the guys in the bureau, you’re like the only one that doesn’t call me Dirty Diana. I like that.”
I turned abruptly to look over at her. She had a smirk on her face.
