“You’re…not…totally unappealing yourself,” Loving mumbled.
She ran a hand across his stubbled head. “I like you, Mr. Loving.”
“Just Loving.”
“Whatever. I like you. Even though I shouldn’t. But that’s the story of my life. I always fall for the bad boys.”
Loving tried to pull his head back into the case. “Would one of those boys by any chance use a .35-gauge sniper-scope rifle?”
“What on earth are you talking about?”
“I’m talkin’ about some guys—professional guys, wiseguys—who have been tryin’ to take me out ever since I started lookin’ for you. They’ve come within a whisper of killin’ me twice now.”
“Oh, please. Paranoid much?”
“It’s true. You read the papers? Hear about the whack job who shot up the NorthPoint shopping mall a few days ago?”
“Yeah…”
“Well, it wasn’t a whack job. That was the cover story the cops put out. It was really two heavily armed, highly dangerous professionals. Tryin’ to kill me. Came damn close to succeedin’, too. And later, one of them told me they weren’t gonna stop. Not as long as I was lookin’ for you. Said to watch for danger in unexpected places.”
“What, you had a nice little chat with a man who was tryin’ to kill you?”
“Long story. Point is—evidently you know somethin’ someone else is willin’ to kill to make sure doesn’t get out.”
Trudy’s breathing became faster and deeper. “But that…doesn’t make any sense.”
“It does to someone. So what is it you know, Trudy?”
She was visibly shaken. “I don’t know anything.”
“Evidently you do.”
“I don’t!”
“You know who got killed at the Roush conference.”
“But I don’t—not really.”
“You must know her name.”
“She went by Victoria.”
“Victoria what?”
“She never told me.”
Loving propped himself on his elbows. This is the part of the interrogation when he would normally try to intimidate her with grim, threatening expressions, but that was hard to pull off when you were chained to a bed. “What are you tellin’ me? You just picked up a stranger and gave her a ride to her death?”
“Yes! I mean, no! I mean—”
“What do you mean?”
She took a deep breath. “I was doing a favor.”
“For a woman you’d never met.”
“No. For Renny.”
Finally they were getting somewhere. “And who is this Renny?”
Trudy sat on the edge of the bed, barely inches from Loving. He could feel his internal temperature rise at her nearness. Even as she was spilling her guts, and probably lying about half of it, he found himself liking everything about her—the way she moved, the way she talked. The worried expression on her face made him want to reach out and cradle her in his arms. For starters.
“Renny owns this club. Bar, I guess. Called Action. Kind of a hick place, but not really.”
“A faux hick place?”
“Exactly. Well, you don’t see so many of these joints on the East Coast. Renny is a very high-class guy, but he disguises it by catering to dislocated rednecks, kind of like—” She didn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t have to. “But it’s all a front. The peanut shells on the floor, the arm wrestling, all that. All for show. Renny is very…cultured.”
“ ’Zat a fact.”
“It’s true. He’s all refined. Civilized. Knows about philosophy and poets and stuff.”
“And I guess you’d go for that in a big way. Bein’ the yoga and poetry buff.”
“Hey, I do the best I can, okay? I didn’t get a fancy Ivy League education. Couldn’t afford it. I’m an autodidact.”
Loving’s eyes fairly bulged. “And you admit it to people? I mean, sure, everyone does it, but—”
She glared at him. “It means I’m self-educated. Taught myself. Broadened my horizons.”
“Oh.” He swallowed. “So you’re attracted to this Renny clown because he’s so educated?”
“Kind of, yeah. He’s a good business contact, you know? Kind of guy who can hook you up with whatever you need.” Loving wondered what exactly it was she needed. “So when he asked me to do a little favor for his gal Victoria…”
“You did it. Played chauffeur.” Loving sighed. He wished he could convince himself that Trudy was lying, but he didn’t think she was, and that wasn’t just because she was turning him on ninety miles a minute, either. He could see it in her eyes.
Trudy placed a finger on Loving’s expansive chest and slowly walked it toward his neck. “Am I in a lot of trouble?”
“Hard to say,” he replied, trying to ignore what she was doing to him, “since I don’t know what the heck is goin’ on. But offhand, I’d say yes. What’s this Renny into?”
“I don’t know what you mean.” Trudy’s hand crossed his neck and began gently massaging his ear.
“There has to be more to this than some redneck bar. No way Thaddeus Roush would be involved in a place like that.” Loving cleared his throat and tried to ignore the stroking of his temples. “There’s something going on, some major crime in here, somewhere. Is Renny using this bar as a front for drug smuggling?”
“I don’t think so. I know druggies, but I’ve never seen any at Renny’s.”
“Prostitution, maybe?”
“No way. Renny’s too classy. I mean, he’s got girls all over the place, but I don’t think they’re working girls. More like…sex slaves.”
Loving was curious what the difference was, but thought it might be dangerous just at the moment to engage Trudy in a discussion of anything relating to sex.
“There must be somethin’.” She was so close now he could feel her breath on his face. “Can you get me in to meet this Renny?”
“I can take you to the bar. But I can’t guarantee you’ll see him. He stays in the back rooms, and they’re pretty exclusive.”
“I’ll get in.”
“He has lots of security.”
“Crooks always do. I’ll get in if I have to flatten a platoon.”
“Is that your solution to everything? Rush in and bust some heads?”
“As I recall, you’re pretty good in the head-busting department yourself.”
She leaned in closer, inches from his face. “You probably liked it.”
“I’m pretty sure I didn’t.”
She grabbed his ear and twisted it, pulling his head toward hers. “I bet you like a woman who takes control.”
“Unlock those cuffs on my ankles and I’ll show you what I like, lady.”
“No, I think I prefer you like this. Completely under my control.”
“In your dreams.”
“You think you’re tough, don’t you?”
“Tough enough for you.”
She swung herself around, straddled him. “Are you as turned on as I am?”
“More.”
When they kissed, it was more like two torpedoes flinging themselves at each other. He pressed hard against her and she pressed hard back, sliding her body across his. He kissed her as if he were trying to penetrate her skull; she bit his lower lip till it bled.
“Oh my,” one of them groaned, and then the kissing resumed. Loving leaned up as best he could and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight. She took his T-shirt by the collar and tore it right down the center, ripping it off him, revealing his massive muscular chest. She shoved her face between his pecs and licked him, working her tongue up to his neck, then to the side of his face, and then they were kissing again, just as hard and powerfully as before.
“You’re incredible,” he said, pushing himself against her as hard and firm as was humanly possible. They kissed again, and this time he placed his hand on the back of her head. He grabbed her hair tightly, tight enough for it to hurt, and he pulled and—