“If I can’t get my hands all over you, I’d rather save it up,” she said.
“I think that’s a tantric hello,” he said beaming a happy smile. “You look formidable.”
“I’m a real mover and shaker. I guess I ought to tell you what’s going on. Venice was a long way from cops and robbers.”
For now she was glad to stick to police work. She’d been pampered yet powerless in his realm. Now she needed this assertion of herself in her own place and the respect it conferred. Once the big conversation began, nothing would be the same. She filled him in on all the new aspects of the case. He listened attentively.
“P.C. Flowers and I used to discuss the occasional problem with litter and that wretched pony on the allotments. Now we have dead bodies, d**g barons, and slave trafficking. That’s without pub
