Page 8 of Convincing Alex (Stanislaskis #4)

Bobby moved his shoulders again, smirked. “The coffee’s lousy here, anyway.” He flicked a glance at Bess. “Next time, sweetheart.”

Alex waited ten humming seconds after the door swung shut. Without a word, he stalked over to Bess and grabbed her by the

arm and hustled her out the door.

“Look, if this is a knight-in-shining-armor routine, I appreciate it, but I don’t need rescuing.”

“You need a straitjacket.”

With murder in his heart, he dragged her half a block.

“In the car,” he snapped, opening the back door of the patrol car.

“A cab would be—”

He swore, put a hand on her head and shoved her into the back seat.

Resigned, Bess settled back. “Hi, Judd,” she said as he took his place in the passenger seat in front. “How’s Holly?”

“Great, thanks.” He slanted a look toward his partner. “Ah, she really had a good time at your place.”

“I’m glad. We’ll have to do it again.” Alex whipped out into traffic with enough force to have her slamming back against the

seat. Without missing a beat, Bess crossed her legs. “Am I allowed to ask where we’re going, or is this another bust?”

“I should be taking you to Bellevue, where you belong,” Alex responded. “But I’m taking you home.”

“Well, thanks for the lift.”

His eyes flashed to hers in the rearview mirror. Her face was still flushed, and her irises were a sharp enough jade to slice

to the bone, but she looked more miffed than upset. Miffed, he thought with a snort. Stupid word. It fit her perfectly.

“You’re an idiot, McNee. And, like most idiots, you’re dangerous.”

“Oh, really?” She scooted up in the seat so that she could lean between him and Judd. “Just how do you figure that, smart

guy?”

“Not only do you go back down to an area you have no business even knowing about—”

“Give me a break.”

“But,” he continued, “you sit there drinking coffee with a hooker, then pick a fight with her pimp. The kind of guy who’d

as soon give a woman a black eye as wish her good-morning.”

Bess poked a finger at his shoulder. “I didn’t pick a fight with anyone, and if I had, it would be my business.”

“That’s why you’re an idiot.”

“Hey, Alex, ease off.”

“Keep out of this,” Alex and Bess snarled in unison.

“I’m not even here,” Judd mumbled, scooting down in his seat.

“It so happens I was conducting an interview.” Bess folded her arms on the seat so that she wouldn’t give in to the nasty

urge to twist Alex’s ear. “In a public place,” she added. “And you had no right to come bursting in and ruining everything

before I’d finished.”

“If I hadn’t come bursting in, babe, you’d have had your nose broken again.”

She scowled, wrinkling her undeniably crooked nose. “I can defend my nose, and anything else, just fine.”

“Yeah, anyone can see you’re a regular amazon. Ow!” He slapped at her hand and swore the air blue when she gave in and twisted

his ear. “The minute I get you out of this car, I’m going to—”

“Uh, Alex?”

“I told you to keep out of it.”

“I’m out,” Judd assured him. “But you might want to take a look at the liquor store coming up at nine o’clock.”

Still steaming, Alex did, then let out a heavy sigh. “Perfect. This makes it perfect. Call it in.”

Bess watched, wide-eyed, as Judd radioed in an armed robbery in progress, gave their location and requested backup. Before

she could shut her gaping mouth, Alex was swinging to the curb.

“You,” he said, stabbing a finger in her face. “Stay in the car, or I swear I’ll wring your neck.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Bess assured him after she managed to swallow the large ball of fear lodged in her throat. But before

the words were out, he and Judd were out of the car and drawing their weapons.

He’d already forgotten her, she realized as she stared at his profile. Before he and Judd had crossed the street, he’d put

on his cop’s mind and his cop’s face. She’d seen hundreds of actors try to emulate that particular look. Some came close,

she realized, but this was the real thing. It wasn’t grim or fierce, but flat, almost blank.

Except for the eyes, she thought with a quick shudder. She’d had only one glimpse of his eyes, but it had been enough.

Life and death had been in them, and a potential for violence she would never have guessed at.

In the darkened car, she gripped her hands together and prayed.

He hadn’t forgotten her. It infuriated him that he had to fight to tuck her into some back corner of his mind. There were

innocent people in that store. A man and a woman. He could smell the fear while he was still three yards away.

But he broke his concentration long enough to glance back and make certain she was staying put.

He gestured Judd to one side of the door while he took the other. He didn’t have time to worry that the rookie might freeze.

Right now they were just two cops, and he had to believe Judd would go with him through the door.

The 9 mm felt warm in his hand. He’d already identified the weapons of the two perpetrators. One had a sawed-off shotgun,

the other a wicked-looking .45. He could hear the woman crying, pleading not to be hurt. Alex ignored it. They would wait

for backup as long as they could.

He shifted just enough to look inside.

Behind the counter, a woman of approximately sixty stood with her hands at her throat, weeping. A man of about the same age

was emptying the cash register as fast as his trembling hands allowed. One of the gunmen grabbed a bottle off a shelf. He

ripped off the top and guzzled. Swearing at the old man, he smashed the bottle on the counter and jabbed the broken glass

toward his face.

Alex had seen the look before, and he knew they wouldn’t be content with the money. “We’re going in,” he whispered to Judd.

“You go low, go for the one on the right.”

Pale, Judd nodded. “Say when.”

“Don’t fire your weapon unless you have to.” Alex sucked in his breath and went through the door. “Police!” In the back of

his mind he heard the sirens from the backup as the first gunman swung the shotgun in his direction. “Drop it!” he ordered,

knowing it was useless. The woman was already screaming before the first shots were fired.

The shotgun blew out a bank of fluorescent lights as the force of Alex’s bullet sent the man slamming backward. Alex was getting

the second man in his sights when a bullet from the .45 slammed into a bottle inches above his head, spraying alcohol and

glass. Judd fired, and stopped being a rookie.

Slowly, with the same blank look on his face, Alex came out of his crouch and studied his partner. Judd wasn’t pale now. He

was green. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” After replacing his weapon, Judd rubbed the back of his hand over his mouth. There was a greasy knot in his stomach

that was threatening to leap into his throat. “It was my first.”

“I know. Go outside.”

“I’m okay.”

Alex gave him a nudge on the shoulder. His hand remained there a moment, surprisingly gentle. “Go outside anyway. Tell the

backup to call an ambulance.”

Bess was waiting beside the car when Alex came out some twenty minutes later. He looked the same, she thought. Just the same

as he’d looked when he walked in. Then he lifted his head and looked at her, and she saw she was wrong.

His eyes hadn’t looked so tired, so terribly tired, twenty minutes before.

“I told you to stay in the car.”

“I did.”

“Then get back in.”

Gently she laid a hand on his arm. “Alexi, you made your point. I’ll take a cab. You have things to do.”

“I’ve done them.” He skirted the car and yanked open the passenger door. She could almost feel his body vibrating, but when

he spoke, his voice was firm, sharp. “Get in the damn car, Bess.”

She didn’t have the heart to argue, so she crossed over and complied. “What about Judd?”

“He’s heading to the cop shop to file the report.”

“Oh.”

He let the silence hang for three blocks. It hadn’t been his first, but he hadn’t told Judd that the bright, shaky sickness

didn’t fade. It only turned inward, becoming anger, disgust, frustration. And you never stopped asking yourself why.

“Aren’t you going to ask how it felt? What went through my mind? What happens next?”

“No.” She said it quietly. “I don’t have to ask when I can see. And it’s easy enough to find out what happens next.”

It wasn’t what he wanted. He didn’t want her to be understanding, or quietly agreeable, or to turn those damned sympathetic

eyes on him. “Passing up a chance for grist for your mill? McNee, you surprise me. Or can’t your TV cop blow away a couple

of stoned perps?”

He was trying to hurt her. Well, she understood that, Bess thought. It often helped to lash out when you were in pain. “I’m

not sure I can fit it into any of our scheduled story lines, but who knows?”

His hands clenched on the wheel. “I don’t want to see you down there again, understand? If I do, I swear I’ll find a way to

lock you up for a while.”

“Don’t threaten me, Detective. You had a rough night, and I’m willing to make allowances, but don’t threaten me.” Leaning

back, she shut her eyes. “In fact, do us both a favor and don’t talk to me at all.”

He didn’t, but when he pulled up at her building, the smoke from his anger was still hanging in the air. Satisfied, she slammed

out of the car. She’d taken two steps when he caught up with her.

“Come here,” he demanded, and hauled her against him. She tasted it, all the violence and pain and fury of what he’d done

that night. What he’d had to do. There was no way for her to comfort. She wouldn’t have dared. There was no way for her to

protest. She couldn’t have tried. Instead, she let the sizzling passion of the kiss sweep over her.

Just as abruptly, he let her go. He’d be trembling in a minute, and he knew it. God, he needed... something from her. Needed,

but didn’t want.

“Stay off my turf, McNee.” He turned on his heel and left her standing on the sidewalk.