The Voluptuous Vixen (A Nick Williams Mystery Book 9) by Butterfield Frank W

Author:Butterfield, Frank W. [Butterfield, Frank W.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2017-02-28T05:00:00+00:00

Carter asked, "What does TBD stand for?"

"To be delivered," I answered.

"That description doesn't really help us, does it?"

I shook my head. That could match either gal. Pushing the radiogram in my pocket and looking at the captain, I could feel how tired I was, even with a cigarette in my mouth. I hadn't forgotten my manners, however. "Your men were very helpful, Captain."

He smiled and pulled on the brim of his cap. "Good to know, Mr. Williams. Did you find anything?"

I explained about what happened in the forward section of the "B" Deck. "Sergeant Vasco suggested a room-to-room search of that area. In particular, take a look at any empty rooms. After last night, we know she has a passkey or some way to get into rooms."

The captain nodded thoughtfully. "I think you're right. I'll ask Mr. Harris to organize that. Meanwhile, I can't thank you enough for your help so far and am afraid I'll be relying on you further."

I nodded. "You're welcome and I understand. But I think we need to get some sleep before we become zombies."

. . .

We were both sound asleep when the phone began to ring. Carter stood up suddenly and said, "What?" He'd been holding me close on the bed. Before we'd went to sleep, I'd pulled everything off to get down to the bottom sheet. We were both in our BVDs and, even without a covering sheet or blanket, we were both sweating. I was sure he was as disoriented as I was to be woken up in the bright daylight at whatever time it was. He picked up the phone as it rang again and growled, "Yeah?"

A voice spoke for a long moment and then Carter said, "Wait. Repeat that." The voice spoke again and, after another long moment, Carter said, "I understand. Give us thirty minutes." He put the phone down and stood there, looking tired but handsome.

I sat up in the bed and grabbed my Camels from the bedside table. "Want one?"

He nodded. I lit two and handed him one. As I did, he leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. I took a drag and felt myself begin to come alive. I asked, "Who was that?"

"It was Mr. Harris. They found something in one of the rooms on the 'B' Deck. He wants us to meet him there."

I stood up and stretched. As I did, Carter yanked the cigarette out of my mouth, put it in the ashtray, and then dug his fingers in my ribs. I doubled over laughing.

"Hey!" I protested as he pushed me to the floor with a thud. Stretched out over me, he dug his fingers into my ribs again. I started laughing so hard, I could barely breathe. After a few confusing seconds, I said, "Uncle!"

Carter sat up on his haunches and looked down at me. He reached over, got my cigarette, and put it back in my mouth. "I warned you once, son. I ain't gonna do it again."

"Is this about Randolph--"

He dug his fingers in my side again.

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