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all.” The interest in his eyes hardened for a brief second, into something dark and dangerous. “I rather enjoy seeing a woman pleasure herself to orgasm. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, it’s intriguing.”
    “Wh-what?” she coughed. “Excuse me. I have to go.”
    She picked up her backpack with its precious hidden cargo and spun around on her bare heel. Clutching her towel with as much dignity as possible she moved quickly to the door. As handsome as he was, thank God , she’d never see him again.

Chapter Five
     
    Arriving at the Sixth Police Precinct building before nine a.m. the first thing Trevor had to do was temporarily relinquish possession of both his firearms. Even though he worked for Interpol, was an officer with international jurisdiction, he wasn’t one of them. He wasn’t American.
    The black female police officer who maintained order in the lobby greeted him with cold disdain after she asked for and read his ID. She stored his weapons behind a locked gate, pocketed the key and motioned with a crook of her finger for him to follow. He stepped aside to allow her through the door first and dogged her heels through the maze to Captain Darren Hill’s office.
    The police building was a veritable zoo inside. Desks crammed every corner of available floor space. Phones never stopped ringing. Neither did the shouting from one person to the next. Bright fluorescent lighting overhead cast an unhealthy green tint onto everyone’s skin, no matter what their natural color. Criminals stumbled past wearing handcuffs and occasionally shackles too. They were either locked to a desk like errant dogs for processing or spent their time lounging behind the bars of a holding cell at the far end.
    The noise and activity amused Trevor more than it disgusted him. Police stations were pretty similar all over the world. The effective word to describe them was “crowded”. He was very grateful he’d chosen to be a field operative instead of a normal grunt working inside an office like this one.
    Leading him through the labyrinth and up the stairs, Sergeant Mary Moser waddled ahead in her tight uniform. Her generous hips sashayed from side to side with her walk. A swishing noise rasped from the fabric that rubbed between her generous thighs. He wondered if strict police standards for proper weight and a strong physique didn’t apply to those assigned to desk work. This woman certainly wouldn’t be able to run after a swiftly fleeing crook. But if she caught them, he had no doubt she’d keep them in place until help arrived.
    Sgt. Moser sidestepped a box on the floor overflowing with paper files and stopped at an office, rapping her chubby knuckles on the half-opened door.
    “Captain? This is Agent St. James, from Interpol. You’re expecting him.”
    Without waiting for further instructions, Sgt. Moser turned and left. Captain Darren Hill swiveled his leather chair around to face the door. “Ah, finally. Yes, come in.”
    Very short, silver hair frosted Hill’s temples, leaving the top of his head bald and gleaming in the light. A pair of bushy eyebrows weighed heavily over sharp hazel-brown eyes. He removed half-rimmed reading glasses and tucked them inside his breast pocket. Beneath his sagging chin heavy jowls protested the tight knot of a patriotic American flag tie. Gray sweat stains at both armpits marred the crisp white fabric of his shirt.
    He stood up, shorter than Trevor expected and extended a hand in greeting. The bulk of his belly brushed over the loose papers on his desk.
    “Welcome to our home away from home,” he said.
    Trevor shook his hand, not surprised at the firm grip. “Nice to meet you, Captain Hill.”
    Hill turned back to his leather chair and settled his body into it with a groan. “Damn cold weather makes my arthritis act up. Have a chair. Coffee?” He gestured to the corner where a pot of dark liquid rested on a hot plate.
    “Yes, thanks.” Trevor helped himself to a cup and