MOLLY: A Wade Carver Thriller (Florida Mystery Series) (Wade Carver Thrillers Book 1) by Dan Ames

Author:Dan Ames [Ames, Dan]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Slogan Books, New York, NY.
Published: 2018-01-17T00:00:00+00:00

18

“Is this how you give all of your client updates?” she asked, taking a seat in a rattan chair with a white cushion at the edge of the pool. She crossed her long, tanned legs, and sipped from a beer.

“What, it isn’t casual Friday?”

I slid off the chair into the water, walked to the shallow end and got out. I wrapped a towel around my waist and sat in the chair next to her.

“I think it’s casual Friday every day for you, am I right?” she asked.

“More often than not,” I said.

“So why don’t you start at the beginning?”

That’s what I did, starting with my contact, tracing the lead to a dealer, and then following that to the Chief. I left out the part about the Florida Cracker and Squirrel.

“Well, I’m disappointed, but certainly not surprised,” Margaret said.

“About which part?”

She signed. “All of it, really.”

I nodded. Drugs usually don’t have a lot of Hallmark moments.

“The Chief?” she asked. “What the hell kind of name is that?”

“He’s a surfer, they always have nicknames,” I answered. “Supposedly he’s Haitian, but I’m not so sure. Maybe he’s Native American. Or Samoan.”

Margaret considered that. The sun was sinking faster now and it cast a bronze glow over her smooth skin. She must have caught me looking at her because when she held out her empty, there was a little bit of a smirk on her face.

“Mind if I do a few laps while you refresh my drink?” she asked.

“Since you are my guest, yes, be my guest.” Not the smoothest line but she laughed, went to the edge of the pool and crossed her arms in front of her, grabbed the bottom of her cover up and pulled it off in one smooth motion.

Wow.

Very nice.

Suddenly, I realized I was supposed to be getting her drink so I turned just as she jumped into the water. I heard splashing and glanced back, seeing her arms knifing through the water.

Yep, definitely an athlete. A swimmer.

I brought her drink back to the table and watched as she cut through the water with liquid precision and supple power. After maybe twenty laps she smoothly stood and walked up the steps to the pool deck. She shook her head, wrapped a towel around herself and joined me in the seating area. She was breathing a little quickly, but something told me she was in such good shape that would hardly qualify as a warm-up.

“Was that a warm-up?” I asked.

She raised an eyebrow at me over the glass in her hand.

“Well, that depends on you, doesn’t it?”

Now it was my turn to seek a little extra oxygen.

“How about a tour?” I asked, nodding my head toward the house.

“I was going to ask for one.”

We went inside and I gave her the showing, but I knew she wasn’t all that interested.

Finally, I realized we weren’t exactly twenty-year-olds.

“You look a little cold,” I said, as I moved in and took her in my arms.

Actually, she was anything but.

Warm to the touch.

My lips found hers and we kept them together as I pulled her into the bedroom.

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