Page 20 of Hot Cops

The hooker turned to her. “You married this guy and you haven’t even had sex with each other yet? Risky.”

Riley had to agree. She hadn’t considered it until this moment. What if the sex sucked? “She’s got a point.”

He shook his head. “We’ll set the sheets on fire, Riley, and you know it. Could we try to keep the conversation on track? Trev,” he reminded her.

“We’re looking for a friend of ours,” she said to Bubbles. “The clerk at Sal’s said he saw you talking to him and his date last night.”

“I don’t know anybody named Trev,” Bubbles replied.

“Yeah, but I think you know his date. Her name is Bella.”

Bubbles went off like a bottle rocket. “That cunt! That whore! How dare you say that bitch’s name to me!”

Riley threw her hands up in surrender when Bubbles took a menacing step toward her. “Hey, I’m just looking for Trev. I’ve never even met this Bella bimbo.”

“That’s not completely true,” Aaron muttered and Riley shot him a dirty look.

“In case you’ve forgotten, I was drunk last night. I don’t rememberanything.” She stressedanythingand a scowl crossed his face.

“Remember or not, the things that happened last nightstillhappened and trying to avoid the truth?—”

“Um, hello,” Bubbles interjected, “but I don’t know what the fuck you two are talking about.”

“Sorry.” Riley threw a nasty glance in Aaron’s direction. “Our friend Trev hooked up with?—”

“The cunt.” Bubbles interrupted her with the nasty nickname and Riley grinned at the sound of it. She’d never used the word as a curse before, but she had to admit it had a certain ring to it.

“Forget it,” Aaron said, stepping up behind Riley.

“What?”

“Forget you ever heard that word. I know you. You’ll start flinging it around as easily as you do the food at the pub. Your pop hears that and he’ll wash your mouth out with soap and then blame me for letting you use it.”

“You have to admit it has a certain pizzazz.”

“It’s vulgar and crude and you’re an aunt. Erase it from your mind right now.”

“Spoilsport,” Riley muttered.

“Are you two on fucking drugs or something? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Bubbles asked.

Aaron stepped forward. “Trev ran off last night with?—”

Bubbles started to interject her nasty nickname for Bella, but Aaron cut her off.

“With Bella,” he said loudly. “Trev’s wife has shown up in Vegas now and she’d like her husband back. We told her we’d track him down for her.”

Bubbles’ head swayed sideways and Riley fought not to laugh at the woman’s haughty expression. “Hmpf. You might wanna tell that wife her two-timing husband has dipped his stick in a well of STD-infested poison. I wouldn’t take a man back who’d fucked Bella even if he’d been dunked in a vat of bleach and scrubbed off with twenty-two cases of Purell.”

“Lovely imagery,” Riley muttered.

“We’ll pass your advice along to Trev’s wife, but for now, we really just need to find him,” Aaron said.

Riley was impressed with his calm, matter-of-fact manner. In the meantime, she was hungover, horny and torn between laughing her ass off or curling into a fetal position and crying her eyes out. She was going to knock every tooth Trev had left down his throat when she found him. Nobody was worth this much hassle.

“I don’t have any clue where the cunt is and I don’t really care to know.”

“Fine,” Aaron said. “Thank you for your time.”

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