Rick Cantelli, P.I. Deadly Liaisons (Rick Cantelli, P.I. Detectives Book 2) by DeLeo Bernard Lee

Author:DeLeo, Bernard Lee [DeLeo, Bernard Lee]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Private Investigatior, Crime, Thriller
Publisher: RJ Parker Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2014-06-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Memories

October in southern California can be some of the best weather all year. Today was no exception, and the Ritz rooftop pool area a fantasy land of lavish design and accouterments. We slept until noon time, among other things, and then splurged on bathing suits for the pool. Trish picked out a burgundy bikini I thought dreams were made of. Nothing could be done about the bandage except I did make it just enough to cover her wound. She elbowed me as we walked out onto the beautiful pool deck while I was looking around for the best spot to host a little get together with Lois and Frank.

“Damn, Rick, I should have made you wear a burka. You look too good. I don’t like the way you’re getting ogled by the pool bunnies.”

I noticed. “It’s nothing. Those girls have a grandpa complex. There are plenty of strapping young men out here checking you out, and I didn’t elbow you.”

Trish chuckled and took my arm. “Okay, fair enough. There’s Lo and Frank waving at us. They got a cabana. I like it.”

“Yep, Lo always goes first class on my dime. I’m not complaining though. She brought a bottle of Bushmills with her. That’s all I care about.”

“All I care about is sipping and hearing the adventures of young Lois and Rick.”

This wasn’t a game. “Remember how you handled the attempt of someone to drop a hit on a Mossad agent in your lap? That’s how I feel about old adventures. They can come back to haunt you.”

“I can already tell, Rick’s giving you the lecture about loose lips sink ships bullshit,” Lo said right off. “Our stories are so damn out of date, no one gives a crap anymore. Sit down Hooterville and have a drink.”

“Hi Frank. How many has she had already, brother?”

“Too many,” Frank replied, waving off the look of the Gorgon without turning to stone. “I know you could drink my ass under the table on the best day I ever had, hon, but Rick’s probably right about storytelling in your old profession.”

“Thanks, brother.” At least Frank had some sense.

Frank smiled. “On the other hand I would love to hear them. She never shared shit with me before.”

Trish clapped her hands, and Lo cackled, the dynamic duo of annoying. I shut up and sipped. Nothing was going to ruin this time in a setting like the Ritz pool for me. Lo didn’t start in on me right away. They had a wonderful audio system piped through. At the moment, it was playing Bocelli’s Nessun Dorma. Bocelli even managed to shut Lo up. I leaned back happily. Trish slid over next to me, her hand resting on my thigh. If only the song wouldn’t end to release the Gorgon, but indeed, all good things must end.

“Skipper, you ever see any of those NCIS TV episodes with the ex Mossad agent Ziva?”

I groaned and poured my second double, knowing where this was going.

Trish brightened right up, clutching my hand not involved in tilting my drink.

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