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lifelong law-abiding citizen of this proud city. Here, possession is nine-tenths of the law and as far as we can see she hasn’t done anything wrong.”
    Trevor nodded agreeably, finished his coffee and tossed the empty foam cup into the wastebasket without looking at it. An uneasy silence followed.
    “Do we understand each other, Agent St. James?”
    “Trust me, Captain Hill, you’re not the first to question my absolute authority on a case. In my line of work certain rules must bend. If they can’t bend, they’ll be broken. I won’t take anything from anyone that isn’t freely given. After I question Miss Lyons I’ll be on my way and she can continue to be a good citizen in your proud city.”
    The captain murmured a guttural sound that could be interpreted as agreement. Or not. Trevor decided to project a calm, unruffled appearance. The Americans were a protective lot especially in New York City. It would be best if he allowed Hill to freely express his misdirected frustration about losing control of this case without getting equally ruffled. He hoped his lack of verbal confrontation helped the man see that he was just doing his job.
    Hill continued to grumble like a dog worrying a meaty bone. “As long as you understand I won’t make things easy if this all goes apeshit on you.”
    Trevor lifted an eyebrow. Apeshit?
    “Make your investigation here quick and painless, Agent,” Hill continued, “because if you piss in my pond I will make life hell for you.”
    Trevor smiled affably. A knock sounded on the door behind him. He turned to see an older uniformed male officer slouched in the doorway, blocking Trevor’s view of the woman who stood quietly behind him.
    “Captain? Miss Lyons is ready to go,” the officer said.
    The man stepped aside, moving with a noticeable limp. The woman behind him moved up and smiled warmly at him. “Thanks, Officer Riley. It was nice talking with you. When you want that fortieth wedding anniversary ring let me know and I’ll create something really special for you.”
    The officer’s smile creased his entire face with deep but happy lines. “Thank you miss. I sure will. You take care of yourself.”
    She stepped into the office. Well , well . Here was the lovely young woman who’d masturbated in the whirlpool. His cock twitched eagerly inside his pants. She’d left him standing there with a raging hard-on that he feared would rip through his swim trunks. It wasn’t her actions that turned him rock-hard as much as the complete and open pleasure that played on her face. After witnessing her erotic sensual display he’d returned to his room and jacked off in the shower. That had only served to leave him feeling rather cheated and hollow, especially since all he could think about was sinking his cock into her tight, curvy little body.
    He stood up for the introduction and prayed she’d be quick about covering her shock when she recognized him. He struggled to maintain a poker face.
    “Miss Cynthia Lyons.” Hill maneuvered out of his chair and came forward at the same time. “This is Agent Trevor St. James from Interpol. He’ll be taking over the investigation of your break-in last night.”
    She turned her attention to him and blinked. Her silvery eyes widened, pupils dilated with instant recognition. Her cheeks paled one second and then flushed with pretty color the next.
    “Miss Lyons,” Trevor said, carefully extending his hand.
    She didn’t put her hand in his. She turned to the captain. “May I go now?”
    “Yes.” Hill nodded. “Agent St. James has a few questions for you and then he’ll take you back to your apartment. Do you have a problem with that?”
    A ragged breath gusted past her full, pink lips. “No, no problem, Captain. Thank you for helping me. But I’m not going anywhere with this man. Goodbye, sir.”
    For the second time that morning she spun on her heel away from him. She marched boldly through the maze of desks and people, a small