It was a three-story walk-up. By the time Johnny Liddell knocked on the door to 3D, he was panting heavily. It was just as well — he would have anyway the minute the door opened.
She was tall, with coppery red hair framing a heart-shaped face. A light-blue dressing gown did a half-hearted job of containing a breathtaking façade. She was high-breasted and the way the sway of her torso traced designs on the dressing gown, it was apparent she wore little, if anything, underneath it. Her trim, small waist and high-set hips gave some hint of the long, shapely legs the gown did manage to cover.
“Johnny Liddell?” Her voice was low, caressing. She studied him from slanted green eyes, from under expertly tinted lids. Her lips were full, moist.
“What’s left of him.” He looked back down the stairw
