Donny Bally

How in blazes do cops do stake-outs. I've only been sitting in my car for three  hours, and already I have to pee, and at the same time I'm dying of thirst. Why are they keeping Dusty so long? I figured with her lawyer accompanying her she'd have been out in an hour. My arms are getting weary holding these binoculars.

There they are, her and Straightweather, coming from the police station. Oh my God. Now they're standing talking. Come on, come on. Finally, after a kiss on his cheek, they break apart. I wait until she gets into her car before I punch in her number. 

"Hi, lover," she answers.

"Is everything all right?" I ask.

"Of course. Didn't I tell you not to worry."

"What did they ask?"

"Lets not talk on the phone. I'll meet you at the Starbucks on Forth and Denver." She said, clicking off.

Thankfully, at three in the afternoon, the parking around Starbucks was plentiful. I parked behind the building, two cars away from Dusty's Mercury, and entered the side door. Dusty turned away from the counter as I entered, and handed me a grande of regular coffee. I followed her outside to a table.

We sat close, my thigh rubbing up against hers. I said, "Did the cops ask about me?"

Dusty smiled her most mischievous smile. Rubbing her hand up my thigh she said, "We haven't been together for two days, and all you're concerned about is whether or not the cops asked about you."

"I'm sorry, honey, but if we're going to make this work we can't let them know we're lovers."

She leaned toward me for a kiss, and I didn't disappoint her.

"Honey, " I said, "Let's go sit in your car. I feel too exposed out here. We shouldn't be seen together."  I followed her to her car, my eyes sweeping the street as we went, looking for two people in a car.

Once in her car, I said, "I gave the cops reason to look at Georgie."

Dusty stared at me for a moment, then said, "Why did you do that?"

I took her hand, it was cool to the touch. "We need them to look at someone else besides us. Don't you agree?"

"I suppose," she said, staring out the window. After several seconds she said, "They did ask if I knew you."

"And you said?"

"Only that I thought you belonged to my spa, but we'd never spoken."

We both sat in silence, sipping our drinks, then I blurted out, "Did the bastard put you in  his will?"

Dusty nodded her head, "I think he did, least he said he did."

The End

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