The Queen of Miami by Heidi Lowe

Author:Heidi Lowe [Lowe, Heidi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: crime drama, crime fiction, crime novel, first time lesbian, lesbian, lesbian affair, lesbian book, lesbian crime, lesbian crime fiction, lesbian criminal, lesbian detective, lesbian ebook, lesbian erotic romance, lesbian fiction, lesbian love story, lesbian novel, lesbian police officer, lesbian relationships, lesbian romance, lesbian thriller, organized crime, romantic crime drama, romantic crime novel
Publisher: Heidi Lowe Books
Published: 2015-05-10T23:00:00+00:00

“Is that me or you?” Corman asked, crouched down on the mud, staring at the cadaver of a young Chinese woman who, judging by the red marks around her neck, had been strangled to death. A cell phone rang.

Layke straightened up, feeling the vibration in the inside pocket of her jacket. “It's me.” She fished out her cell phone, looked at the screen and didn't recognize the caller I.D. “Detective Owen speaking.”

“Ooo, I like that. Sounds all professional and important.”

Layke swallowed, her face losing its color. She certainly recognized the voice, and that cruel, dangerously sexy laugh. “What can I do for you?” She looked at Corman anxiously, then nervously at the other officers and forensics team around her.

“You know who this is?”

“I do.”

“You can't talk?” Willa sniffed a laugh.

“That's correct.”

“I bet you're wondering how I got this number, aren't you?”

“Not really,” Layke said carefully. “Now isn't a good time. Could you call back another time, maybe?”

“If you're thinking of hanging up on me, don't. I'll call back, I'll call the office, and when I ask for you I might even leave my real name.”

“Everything all right?” Corman gazed up at her, noticed that she was on edge.

She forced a smile. “It's just someone calling about fixing my plumbing. I have to take this.” She hurried off somewhere quieter, where no one could hear.

Willa chuckled. “Interesting choice of words, detective. Someone to fix your plumbing. I'm glad you have a sense of humor about it. I would love to work on your plumbing again some time.”

“What the hell do you want?” Layke growled. “You can't call me now. I'm out in the field.”

“Is that really a way to talk to the woman who gave you your first g-spot orgasm? Wait, your first and second.”

“I'm not having this conversation with you. You're way out of line calling me like this. What do you want?” Layke demanded.

“I want to see you again.”

“That's not going to happen.”

“Tell me, have you been thinking about me as much as I've been thinking about you? Because I've been thinking about you a lot lately...”

Layke swallowed again. She would never admit that there hadn't been a day since their shower-tryst over a week ago that she hadn't thought about Willa; not a night when she hadn't strummed her own bean, her eyes closed and imagining that it was Willa's hand between her legs instead of her own. She could never admit that. “No.”

“Liar!” Willa said with a laugh. “Tell the truth.”

“The only time I've thought about you is imagining you behind bars, spending the rest of your life in an orange jumpsuit, where some fat girl with a mustache and an overbite has made you her bitch!”

“Really, that's what gets you off?”

“That's right.”

Willa only laughed. “You know what gets me off, detective? Remembering the feel of you on my fingers as I entered you for the first time. Feeling how tight and wet you were, ready and waiting for me. Hearing you moan and groan and curse like a commoner as I plowed into you, over and over and over.

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