Page 149 of Swept for Forever
Then he turned.
“Oh, you filthy bastard,” I muttered. A man’s weakness…always predictable.
He pulled into a motel. One of those by-the-hour joints with neon that buzzed.
And waiting for him…was a girl.
She was in her mid-twenties, maybe, with curly hair, wide-set eyes, and the same build as Deborah Sinclair. It wasn’t her, but it was close.
Coincidence? No. It was a pattern.
She threw her arms around him and kissed him like the world wasn’t watching.
“Son of a bitch,” I said, and hit call.
Boone picked up.
“It was an affair,” I told him.
“What?”
“Deborah Sinclair. Spears was screwing her. I’d bet my lifeon it. That’s your motive. You find opportunity, I’ll bring you means.”
“Dom, just come back. We’ll plan this properly.”
“I’ll tell you where I’m going,” I said. “Soon.”
Then I hung up.
I grabbed my ball cap from the backseat, pulled it low, and knotted a handkerchief around my neck. My Glock sat snug at my waistband.
By the time I reached the rear entrance, Spears was already inside. The woman was all over him, her hands roaming as she whispered something that made him chuckle.
I waited just long enough to see them step into the elevator. Then I pulled the handkerchief up over my face, tilted my eyes up, and watched the floor number indicator switch until it stopped at the fourth floor.
I took the stairs two at a time.
At the top, I eased around the corner. The couple was still playing with each other, moving at a crawl. Then they went into a room.
I caught the door in time to wedge a folded napkin into the latch before it shut. I waited outside the door, listening.
Her laughter slipped through, light and careless.
I nudged the door open just enough to catch the edge of the room.
Inside, she laughed again as Spears tangled his fingers in her curls and breathed into them, grunting. They started to undress. His jacket dropped to the floor, her top following. She kicked off her shoes as he unbuckled his belt and let it fall.
Jesus Christ. Walking in on a live-action X-rated mess never got easier. Back when I was a newbie, I took whatever paid, and there were plenty of bottom-of-the-barrel cases involving sleazebags with their flies down and excuses ready.A lot of motel sheets, moaning, and cheap air fresheners. Still the worst kind of scene I knew.
They climbed onto the bed like this was routine. Neither of them noticed me.
I tiptoed inside, then eased the door shut behind me.
Still nothing.
She crawled over him, her lips trailing down his neck.
I cleared my throat.
