“That’s the way to think,” Teddy said. “I always travel light: if I buy a new jacket, I throw one away. How’s your case coming?”
Lauren took his hand. “I think I’m going to be free to go early next week,” she said.
“That’s good news!”
“There’s just one more arrest I want to be there for,” she said, “and then I’m all yours.”
“Want to tell me about it?”
“I’ll tell you about it when it’s over,” she said.
Holly’s phone rang late that afternoon. “Hello?”
“It’s Lance.”
“Hey. You want me to go to the secure phone?”
“No, it’s not necessary. I just called to let you know that Joshua Harmon is being offered the position he applied for.”
“Great! When?”
“Tomorrow morning,” Lance said. “I thought you might like to tell him yourself.”
“Thanks, I would. Tell me, Lance, how did this all move along so quickly?”
“Dr. Harmon has friends in high places,” Lance replied. “Goodbye.” He hung up.
Holly hung up, laughing.
She was getting dinner ready when Josh arrived, looking a little down. “Another bad day?”
“Another boring one,” Josh said, pouring them both a drink and taking a stool.
“You’re really getting tired of it here, aren’t you?”
“That and I’m not very happy about your going back and leaving me behind.”
“Are you sure you want to move to McLean?”
“I certainly want to move somewhere, and McLean is where you are, so that’s good enough for me.”
“So you would consider a job offer good news?”
“I don’t want to think about it; then if I don’t get it I’ll be less disappointed.”
“I wouldn’t want you to be disappointed,” Holly said, kissing him on the forehead.
“Well, that’s a nice thought,” Josh replied. “That makes me feel better already.” He raised his glass. “That and this Scotch whiskey.”
“Congratulations,” Holly said. “You got the job.”
He looked at her closely. “Are you serious?”
“Perfectly.”
“How could this happen so quickly?”
“You’ve got friends in high places,” Holly said.
Josh came off the stool, grabbed her and kissed her. “That’s the best news I’ve ever had,” he said.
“And you’re young yet,” she laughed.
He began helping her in the kitchen.
“I was thinking,” she said. “I’ve got to fly my new airplane back, so you could drive my Cayenne and rent one of those tow bars to pull your car behind.”
“Good idea,” he said. “And I can fill them both with my stuff.”
“How much stuff do you have?” Holly asked.
“Well, not all that much, really. I always make it a policy when I move to throw away as much stuff as I can do without.”
“That’s a relief,” Holly said. “I have only so much closet space.”
“Huh?”
“In my house,” she said. “You’re not going to turn down a free sack, are you?”
He kissed her on the neck. “Certainly not.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” she said. “It’s been nice having a roomie here, and I think it’s a good idea to continue the practice.”
“Why thank you, ma’am.”
“You’ll get a written offer from the Agency,” she said, “and they’ll ask you for a local address up there. Use mine.”
“Shall I sign up as Mr. Holly Barker?”
“Not just yet, buster; I’m a cautious woman.”
“I hadn’t noticed.”
“I’d rather have a long affair than a short marriage,” she said.
“I guess that’s one way to look at it,” he replied, nodding.
“It’s the only way to look at it,” Holly said.
58
On Friday afternoon, Jimmy Weathers left his keys in his cruiser and walked the two blocks to the impound lot. The Mustang convertible, bright yellow and quite new, was sitting out, freshly washed, waiting for him. Jimmy signed the paperwork and got into the car, which smelled of new leather. The car had the hot V-8 engine, and when he turned the key it made a sweet noise. He tossed his service cap into the backseat and roared away, headed for the beach.
As soon as the Mustang passed the police station a man wearing coveralls with the local dealer’s GM name emblazoned on it got out of a van, got into Jimmy’s cruiser and followed his partner, who was driving the van. They drove to a state police garage in Melbourne, parked in an available bay and went to work on the cruiser, starting by removing the steering wheel and the entire dashboard.
Hurd was at his desk when his phone rang. “Hurd Wallace.”
“Captain Wallace, this is Mike Green. I just wanted you to know that your Orchid Beach police cruiser has arrived at our Melbourne facility, and work has already begun on it. I’m advised that they will be finished late Sunday afternoon, when it will be delivered back to the Orchid police station.”
“Thank you, Mike,” Hurd said, “but I and one of my people are going to want to check it out, especially for the placing of the weapons, before it’s delivered. Will you call me on my cell when it’s done, and we’ll meet you somewhere between Melbourne and Orchid Beach.” Hurd gave him the cell number.
“Will do, Captain,” Green replied. “See you then.”
Hurd called out to Lauren, who was walking past his office. “We’ve got Jimmy’s car,” he said, “and they’re already at work on it.”
“That’s good news,” Lauren said.
“Keep yourself available late Sunday afternoon; I want us to go over the car together and make sure you understand where everything is, especially the weapons.”
“I’ll be on my cell,” Lauren said.
Jimmy sailed along Ocean Drive in Vero Beach with the top down and the wind in his short hair. He hadn’t felt so good since he got the chief’s job. He pulled into the parking area in front of the Ocean Grill and parked in a spot overlooking the beach. He took off his uniform shirt and tossed it into the backseat, then took a Polo from his briefcase and put that on. Finally, he locked his shirt, cap and weapons belt in the trunk and stood, looking out at the Atlantic Ocean. Half a dozen surfers were riding nice waves, and there were a few dozen people lying on the beach. He spotted a girl alone who was wearing a bikini, and as he watched, she untied the bra and lay on her stomach, letting the strings fall aside.
Jimmy put on his aviator shades, walked down the stairs to the beach and approached her. “Hey,” he said, stopping next to her towel. “You need somebody to put some lotion on your back?”
She turned her head toward him but didn’t sit up. “I’m okay,” she said, then she turned her head away.
“Can I bring you a cold one?” he asked.
She turned her head back toward him. “No, thanks.”
“You with somebody?”
“Uh, yeah. He’s surfing.” She waved a thumb at the surf.
“Which one?”
“Does it matter? Look, I’d like to be left alone.”
“Nobody needs to be alone,” Jimmy said, squatting beside her in the sand.
“I need to be alone,” she said.
“Listen,” he said softly. “I’ve got a new Mustang convertible right up there above us; why don’t you let me show you some of the local sights? Ever seen the Jungle Trail?”
“No, and I don’t care to,” she replied, not looking at him.
“It’s a beautiful drive, lots of wildflowers, even orchids, and wildlife, too-you see deer and raccoons, maybe even a Florida panther.”
“The Florida panther is a myth,” she said. “Now, will you please leave me alone?”
“The Florida panther is no myth,” Jimmy said. “I’ve seen one twice.”
She turned back and looked at him. “Look, do I have to call a cop?”
“No need for that,” Jimmy said, pulling out his wallet. “I’m a cop.” He flashed his badge. “In fact, I’m the cop; I’m the chief of police.” He held the badge closer, so she could read it.