CHAPTER 2
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Joe's POV
Ignoring her question I listened to the roar of the bike and zoned out as it responded to my body movements around the curves and on the open road. I twisted the throttle to increase speed as a desperate measure to reach Trenton. The thrill of speed, the excitement of the bike between my legs and Stephanie snuggled tightly to me were exhilarating as I was on an all time high.
My distraction fiercely intensified as I thought about the plans I had in store for the rest of our night.
"Joe. Joe!" I heard her voice barrowing through the vox.
"Yeah Cupcake?"
"I trust you and know what an amazing rider you are, but slow down."
"Sorry. I was caught up in the thrill of the ride."
As we arrived back at her apartment I skimmed the area to ensure Ranger's truck wasn't around. His appearance certainly would have thrown a negative twist into my plans for the rest of our evening.
I parked the Ducati on the grass in front of her Rav4 as the only other available space was next to the dumpster. No man worthy of a bike would park it by trash. I secured our helmets. Leaning against the seat I pulled her between my legs and leaned over and kissed her with all the fire consuming my body. Her hands fluttered up my chest and around my neck and I felt her desire climbing as she leaned into me.
"Cupcake, let's move our soirée to a more private local." I knew neither of us was much into PDA.
"Lead the way stud," she said with a glint of playful sexiness in her voice.
I glared at her but decided to let it roll. Gathering her up in my arms I strolled toward the elevator expecting her to resist. She surprised me and relaxed in my arms and placed her head on my chest. Sexy, beautiful and I'm the luckiest guy in the world right about now.
The elevator doors closed. Her legs slid down until they touched the floor. Leaning my shoulder on the elevator I pulled her in for another kiss filled with eagerness and promises.
Our foreheads touching I breathed her in. The smell of her honeysuckle shampoo filled my senses and I could also smell the faint scent of her Dolce Vita. With a quick hop she was in my arms and her legs wrapped around my waist so I placed my hands on her buttocks.
"You want me bad." I pulled her tighter to me.
Her hand slid down my jeans and stopped when she reached my magic throttle and said, "Feelings mutual."
"Cupcake, we're not going to make-out in the elevator," I said as I struggled to regain control over my reaction to her.
"Morelli, passing up sex isn't something you've exactly mastered," she said in a dubious voice.
"I'm changing my MO." I knew how shocked Stephanie would be if she were to learn just how well I had mastered saying no. I have turned down numerous women since she had re-appeared into my life.
"Oh. A new profession."
"You could say that."
I was thinking like a puff of magical smoke! "You're like a magician pulling off a new trick," she said grinning wickedly. I always thought of Joe as a Chocolate Chip Cannoli. I wanted Joe then and I want him now. The man is a walking sculpture of perfection.
Shaking my head at her in response I said, "Patience isn't magic. Come on and let me show you an illusion I'm really good at."
"What's that?" She said in anticipation.
"It's called hiding the salami," I said as the elevator doors opened and I stepped into the hallway.
"Ah yes, a trick you've managed to master in your teenage years." Since Joe took my virginity when I was 16 behind the éclair case at the Tastry Pastry I knew all too well how capable he was at seducing unsuspecting female's right out of their panties.
We both laughed as I strolled down the hall with my hands on her ass and her legs wrapped around me.
We reached her apartment. I leaned Stephanie's back against the wall as I swiftly pulled the keys out to unlock the door. We entered without our lips parting. I kicked the door shut. After setting her down I flipped on the light as I entered the kitchen.
Stephanie hesitated. "Go ahead Cupcake. I'll meet you in the bedroom." Reluctantly she stepped away from me.
Hearing the click of the bathroom door I moved swiftly to set the mood for our continued night of ardor.
I watched her stop suddenly upon exiting the bathroom. She seemed to have lost all train of thought as I watched her jaw drop.
I transformed the bedroom into a romantic getaway. Candles were light on every surface to include the window sill, the dresser and the night stands. I positioned sheer red fabric over the lamp shades and dimmed the lights; my way of intensifying our energy and sexuality.
Stephanie's POV
"You did this for me?" I asked with a squishy feeling as I realized how romantic Joe truly was underneath that tough guy exterior. Recalling our first night of physical pleasure after years without so much as a whisper I felt like this was going to be a thousand times more gratifying. Since getting back together I don't ever remember a night like this and yet how come I'm feeling as though I didn't deserve what Joe has undertaken to make it so special? Most people would call it guilt but I don't own up to guilt at least it's been my normal conduct. Pushing it aside I smiled up at Joe expressing my appreciation and joy at his efforts.
"For us," Joe said as his body relaxed.
Our gazes met and locked, sweeping me from reality on a tidal wave of physical desire like he always had. The ambiance of the candles had only increased my overwhelming longing to be near him.
I smiled wickedly as Joe's masculine physique illuminated so sexy in the glow of the flicking candles. Joe watched me as I spotted a bottle of wine and two fluted glasses on the night table. I gave him a reassuring look filled with admiration and eagerness.
A tear of joy slipped down my cheek and Morelli wiped it away with his thumb and asked, "Cupcake did I do something wrong?"
"No Joe. It-It's perfect, you're perfect." I've always wanted Joe to sweep me off my feet and tonight he has done it with mountains of oozing simplicity. I finally realized there's no length this man won't go to prove his devotion and love for me.
He placed a kiss on my nose and then reached the table in two long strides. Popping the cork effortlessly he poured a glass for both of us. I watched the corner of his lips curl up into a smile while offering a glass of wine to me.
Raising his glass in toast he said, "To a remarkable evening with a remarkable woman."
I took a sip of wine then lowered the glass pleased with the way I felt, the way I looked and even the way the room looked at this moment. "This is beyond my wildest dreams."
"You're stirring my loins the way only you can, Stephanie."
Joe brushed a curl from my cheek and I blushed as I looked into his chocolate molten eyes but I dare not speak afraid I'd say something to ruin the moment. I was lost in his eyes and as he gazed back into mine I thought I could see into his heart and soul and they were bursting with love for me at this very moment.
He smiled and pulled me toward him, instantly feeling the warmth of our bodies against one another. He brushed a soft kiss across my ear causing me to shutter.
Wrapping my arms around his waist I nuzzled into him and said, "Joe, it's so romantic and unforgettable."
"The romance has only just begun Cupcake," he said with a wolfish grin.
Oh boy! Softly cupping his chin in my hand I spoke quietly, "Joe, I know romance hasn't been an easy part of our relationship."
"That may be true, but I should have tried. I'm sorry Cupcake." I brushed the side of her cheek with my thumb.
"Joe, don't apologize. I see before me the care you put into creating this very special and meaningful night."
"I thought about it in length and decided the hell with our usual style of celebrating and followed through with a new method. Only regret is I should have done it sooner."
"No regrets, Morelli. I don't want what we're sharing tonight spoiled." I kissed him along his jawline.
Leaning back Joe set his empty glass down on the floor. Taking mine he brought it to his lips downed it in one quick gulp and set it alongside his own. He kissed me softly at first, but it became more passionate and sexy. I savored the taste of the wine on his fine lips.
Stepping backward Joe knelt down in front of me slipping one boot off and then the other. He brushed his fingers across my stomach and I drew in a quick breath and slowly exhaled as he took hold of the zipper on my leather pants and began a downward motion. Joe slid my leather pants down pausing halfway to caress my thighs and I could feel the heat of his hands on my bare skin.
He moved his hand behind my knee lifting my leg and smoothly removed my pant leg then the other leaving my red thong visible to his eyes. His eyes grew darker with desire. Smiling up at me he removed my thong and twirled it around his index finger before allowing it spin off.
"Joe, that's my new thong from Victoria's Secret." In reality I found his stunt silly. Guess even Joe has a lingering teenage boy residing inside him.
"And it's very sexy Cupcake."
Joe's lips placed a soft kiss on the inside of my fold before standing back up sending a powerful sensation through my entire body reminding me of the control this man had over me.
He brought his lips back to mine. The kiss began softly and gained a feverishly burning momentum both our bodies were melting into. He lifted me into his strapping arms and sat me on the bed with my knees tucked under me.
My hands found their way to the end of his Henley; grasping it I pulled it over his head and tossed it to the floor I needed to touch his bare skin. I placed my fingers on his chest and Joe's gentle hands guided my arms caringly to my side. With his fingertips he traced a trail of feather light touches from my wrists to the top of my shoulders. I felt my body shiver with excitement.
Joe was definitely pulling out all the stops and the chemistry between us was heightened. Couldn't decide if it was the romantic dinner, under the moonlight dancing or the wine which has turned Joe into a God of Romance but I didn't much care enough to linger my thoughts as I was consumed by his new romantic venue.
Joe feverishly removed my leather top revealing my red push-up lacey bra. I heard an intake of a breath as he whispered, "You're the most beautiful and desirable woman I've ever wanted, I can't get enough of you." He ran his tongue across my nipples inside my bra causing a surge of electricity throughout my body.
Joe was moving with such ease and possessiveness.
Slipping his hands around my back I felt him unclasp my bra. I trembled from the feel of his moist lips placing a brief kiss along each of my shoulders as he tossed my bra to the floor.
Joe's eyes grew even more dangerous as he gazed upon my naked body in the candlelight.
Straddling me I felt him balncing his weight on his knees as his warm hands pressed ever so lightly on the sides of my head. He drew me in to him for another kiss. It was an endless, breath-taking kiss, the kind a girl wasn't likely to ever forget.
Tilting my head back I closed my eyes. I'm utterly helpless to stop him. The desire intensifies as Joe's kisses threatens to devour me.
Joe in this straddled position was almost too much for me to endure. Touching his manhood through his jeans I could feel him twitch and exhale heavily. After several minutes of rubbing my hand over him I was no longer going to deprive myself of him. My hands reached for the snap of his jeans he placed his hand over mine to stop me.
Joe stood, removed his black biker boots and belt. My heart raced as if it was reaching Mach 5. His sexy bare chest, bare feet and jeans are breathtaking. I believed my untamed dangerously sexy Italian stud with his urgent need was aroused enough to take me. Thank God as I was more than ready for a Morelli induced orgasm. I heard us breathing rhythmically.
"Joe, please—"
He placed his finger against my lips. "Shhhh Cupcake, I need you to relax and enjoy my pleasing tempo."
"Joe, now," I said willing him to give in to me even slightly.
"Soon, I just want to highten the anticipation.
"I can't—"
"Cupcake, I have never denied you. Will you follow me?"
I'd follow him to the ends of the Earth if it meant we'd both be satisfied with an orgasm. I looked at him. Not trusting my voice I nodded my agreement.
We'd normally ricochet to bullet speed gorilla sex so Joe's new formed lingering power has left me in a whirlwind.
His lips begin kissing below my ear down to my neck, he lingered at the base of my neck nipping and kissing and I whisper "F-Feels oh soooo good." I felt his smile against my shoulder.
I felt his wet tongue swipe the nipple of my breasts and I moaned with further excitement.
"Cupcake I'm enjoying your body's responses to my touch."
"Take me now." My entire body was begging from the heat radiating between us.
"Not yet, but soon. I promise," he said as he stood and stripped his jeans off. Noticing he went commando I licked the palm of my hand and wrapped it around his magnificent molten member. I began stroking up and down and I could feel him pulsating.
"Your touch will end what I have planned."
Releasing him I forced my body to relax so I wouldn't combust as my eyes gazed upon his gorgeous muscular body; from his commanding chest to his bulging biceps, down to his well sculpted abs.
Joe smiled seeing the admiration in my eyes for his well kept sexy physique.
He moved along side me and our lips met for another meaningful kiss.
"Cupcake there is no other woman who fulfills me like you. I want to be enough for you" he whispered with a slight choke in his voice.
"You are," I said a bit louder than necessary. Hearing my own words reach my ears I realized how foolish I behaved toward this amazing man.
Joe lifted his head, peering into my eyes I heard him say, "You have no idea how much I want to believe that."
Joe's POV
I closed my eyes, bowed my head allowing her words to infiltrate my mind briefly. Pushing them aside I vowed this night to continue to be about us.
Returning my attention to ravishing her I placed a quick kiss on her lips. As I pulled away I caught her lower lip between my teeth and let it slide out slowly. She groaned in delight.
Gently, raising her hair I gained access to her neck where I kissed her with some playful and delicate kisses. I nibbled along the cord of her neck placing kisses around her ear; then I licked the inside of her ear lightly; catching her earlobe I gently glided my teeth across while pulling away. I whispered, "I'm going to leave you begging for more."
"I have."
"You'll be screaming for me."
"Mmmm!" she said in acknowledgement and I would have missed it had I not been so close.
Lightly tracing the outline of her breasts with my finger tips her nipples became hard and inviting. I lightly thumbed over each nipple and heard her moan as she arched her back. I wasn't ready to move on.
"Stephanie, you're so sexy, so inviting I can't help but marvel at your beauty."
As she gasped in excitement her breasts rose then slowly descended to my waiting mouth. I licked and suckled her nipples. I separated her legs then lowered my body until I lay between her smooth legs which offered easy access to caress her stomach. I swirled my tongue around her naval several times before licking my way toward her sweet spot.
I pushed my fingers deep inside causing her to moan in ecstasy. I felt her body quiver and new the heightened stimulation was chasing her to the edge. I began thrusting my fingers in and out and with my thumb circling her hot spot, she arched her back and I knew her first orgasm had struck hold of her. I thrust even harder inside ensuring another orgasm; she gasped for air.
I lowered my head using my tongue to explore between her folds, I felt her body begin convulsing with excitement as I pulled her closer between my lips. My tongue swirls over her and she screams out as she gives in to another hard hit orgasm.
I looked up at her with her eyes closed I noticed her hands reach out and tangle in my hair. This simple act drives me wild as she grabs a handful and then runs her fingers through my curls. It's a form of foreplay so I linger a bit not uttering a word as I need her to prolong her touch.
"Joe, I need you inside me, hurry."
I kissed her on the inside of her thighs moving gently back up her silky body. I placed a solo kiss on her naval. I ascended further until I reached her breasts. Her nubs were hard and alluring I didn't resist the impulse to suckle and nibble on them. I gently massaged her shoulders. I rubbed my nose on her neck and around the area, then my lips.
"Joe, I can't wait much longer."
I wrapped my fingers around her sexy neck drawing her closer I spoke softly, "I'm going to join you on that edge Cupcake."
Touching my tongue to her she parted her lips for me to devour her with my own mouth.
I felt her hand on my chest and her fingers softly trace the outline of my tattoo. This small gesture stirred my arousal further. I closed my eyes allowing the feeling of her fingers to continue their hold on me.
Stephanie's POV
I explored his well developed chest allowing the hairs to run through my fanned out fingers then lowering my touch past his chiseled abs I grabbed his manhood that was already rock hard. Our lips continued kissing in time to a love song. I wanted to taste him, tease him but at the same time I had a furious burning for him to enter me.
I continued to stroke him and whispered how much I needed him. I could feel how aroused he was and new if I continued my touches his desperation to explode would consume his need and I would have him deep within me. He lightly brushed my hand away.
"I need you now."
Joe's POV
I shifted my body so I was just above entry. Leaning on my elbows to avoid putting my weight on her I watched her. She opened her eyes and I gazed into those beautiful pools of blue sapphire. She raised her hips then pulled me toward her. I was fully aware of the ache she had for me.
"My body easily responds to your needs and touch Stephanie."
My desire for her was threatening to consume me. I was rock hard and throbbing with excitement; sliding in felt fantastic. She was so wet and she enveloped me as I entered deeper. Her well squeezed muscles contracted with every hard thrust building the tightness wave. We both begin to breathe heavier. I felt the rocketing explosion so near I picked up the pace and plunged even deeper into her. She shifted her hips allowing me to propel us both into pure pleasure. In a slow motion squeeze I felt a final pulsate right before my essence flushed through me and exploded into her as she screamed my name through a final orgasm of her own.
We collapsed and I rolled off of her pulling her to me. I wrapped my arms around her. Stephanie snuggled further into me resting her head on my chest as her arm snaked around my waist. Feeling pleased and contented I felt sleep overtaking me.
Stephanie's POV
"Joe that was incredible," I said as I reached up and placed a single kiss on his jawline and nestled my head closer into his broad chest.
"Mmmm. You did beg Cupcake."
I thumped Joe on his chest. "Good night Joe." I smiled in the darkness because he was right and I was in a state of euphoria over his performance tonight.
"Sweet dreams Cupcake."
Joe's POV
Ring *Ring*Ring
As I reached for my cell phone on the night stand the bed shifted and Stephanie stirred, rolled back over on to her stomach without muttering a sound. I pressed the pillow slightly away from her face while flipping my cell phone open. I didn't bother checking the caller ID.
"Morelli"
"There's been a triple homicide down at Kooistra Pier," said the dispatcher in her rough smokers-like voice.
"Where's Bell? It's his homicide area."
"Tom Bell has requested that you join him for this investigation."
"Did he say why?" It's unusual for Bell and I to work the same case, especially since we both prefer to work solo.
"No. Tom stated there are facts you need to be conscious of."
"I'm on it," I spoke quietly as not to disturb Stephanie from her sleep. Stephanie requires a surplus amount of sleep unlike me. My job doesn't allow for such luxury, fortunately since my Navy days I haven't actually required all that much.
Stretching, I hit the end button. I swiftly moved toward the shower while glancing over at the clock it read 3:45.
Shit only 4 hours of sleep and the world of crime is calling.
While in the shower my thoughts drifted to a month ago when I stopped to see Stephanie and found his black truck in her parking lot. I didn't want to acknowledge what his truck still being there the next morning signified. If I hadn't decided to visit her with the surprise of breakfast I may never have learned about Ranger's involvement. I felt the anger threatening to take over me. I pounded my fist on the shower wall.
How will I keep myself under control while asking about his presence overnight without accusation? I'm a damn good cop and find it far easier to deal with criminals then to discuss our relationship with her.
I had planned to bring up the subject this morning but the ringing of my phone squelched that prospect.
I bent over and kissed her forehead.
I grabbed a cup of coffee, closed and locked the door as I exited Stephanie's apartment.
I took the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator as I stayed with her longer then I should have since taking the call plus I needed the physical exercise to keep my thoughts in check. I put the key in the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot heading toward Kooistra Pier.
Stephanie POV
I rolled over and felt the empty space where hours ago Joe had me nuzzled up to him. I'm not a morning person but coming around next to a very sexy awaken Morelli is dreamy. I recalled the look in his eyes and the sound of his voice as we drifted off to sleep. They were so soft and satisfied. I wanted the peacefulness of his arms.
WOW was this my first recognition admittance of a committed relationship with Morelli! I shrugged off the impulse to swallow this as nothing more than my body's physical desire attempting to guile me into false acceptance.
Climbing out of bed I stepped into the shower and stood under the water as hot as I could stand without the result of third degree burn. I allowed it to wash away all the guilt and sadness I had permitted to creep into my thoughts over Ranger. I was brought up a good Catholic but now I'm questioning why I let my stupid attraction and physical desire to possess my better judgment and to hurt Joe. I know Joe won't push off the discussion much longer especially after last night. I also realized that since his impulsive proposal in the heat of a libido attack he hadn't indicated he wanted any type of commitment either. So with any amount of good fortune I can continue evasiveness not talk about Ranger.
I dressed in faded low-rise blue jeans, a red v-neck sweater and my black shin-high Franco Sarto boots. Flipped my hair with my hand and headed out the door for another fun filled day. Of course I really have no idea what was in store for me, but a girl's got to be positive, right?
Getting into my Rav4 I headed in the direction of Hamilton Avenue where the Bonds office is located.
I stopped and grabbed some donuts so neither Lula nor Connie would ask about my night of glorious pleasure with Morelli but will be focused on the surprise breakfast. Who am I kidding they'll sense it without the neon sign that's always evident on my forehead after spending a night in Morelli's bed. They'll know even well before the box of donuts hits Connie's desk.
Joe's POV
What a hell of a double case. It was an assortment of multiple tortures between Giovanni and the triple murder at the Pier. I wondered how many more victims before we get a break in the investigations.
Pushing aside the murders I called Stephanie's apartment phone but no answer so I decided to drive over to see her. I had hoped she wasn't in some kind of trouble.
I appreciated Ranger's involvement when it kept her safe but with my cop senses telling me he has surpassed poaching I find myself wanting him no where near Stephanie.
As I entered Stephanie's kitchen I scanned for any sign that she may have been home recently. No dishes in the sink, the coffee pot was cold and her gun was in the cookie jar. No other appliances were on the countertops. Of course Stephanie isn't known for her gourmet cooking, the only thing Stephanie is expert at making is reservations, not that I'm complaining.
She doesn't so much oppose cooking but would rather have Pino's meatball subs or pizza, I admit so would I. She defies anything as prevention from being like her mother or the product of The Burg.
I reached into her refrigerator and noticed how bare it was. I dropped a grape and small part of a pizza crust into Rex's cage since I wasn't sure when he last ate and I know how majorly important Rex is to her which makes him important to me.
Reaching into the refrigerator again I grabbed a beer and took a long pull from it before my cell phone rang.
Looking at the caller ID I smiled. "Hi Cupcake, where are you?"
I tossed the bottle cap into the trash while waiting for her reply holding my breath as to her location.
"I'm doing some surveillance. Are you still on the job?"
"No, I'm at your apartment."
"Oh."
"I have some surveying you could do."
Joe was probably smiling and despite my nipples reacting at hearing those words and knowing full well his implications, I had rent to pay and needed to catch this guy as soon as possible. "Morelli I won't be done anytime soon."
"Who's your sidekick on this gig?" If I had it my way she'd carry her gun loaded, at least she'd be safe. After several disagreements over guns she agreed to have her stun gun charged at all times.
"I'm alone."
"Who's the FTA?" I asked unsure she'd answer.
"Billy Marco."
"What he do this time?" I asked as I hadn't seen his file for his latest violation.
"He set off fireworks in the store room at the Quickie Mart because he was fired."
"Be careful." I hate she's out there without back-up but Stephanie did say it was just recon. Billy Marco is normally harmless accept when he drinks too much which probably lead to him being fired I surmised.
"Joe, at lunch yesterday my mother brought up Kevin Giavonni, what occurred?"
"Not sure. I have a meeting with the ME tomorrow at 9am."
"What about the call you received this morning?"
"Cupcake, let me remind you about the confidentiality of the ongoing investigation."
Moreilli's dodging an answer designates he's lead investigator and since our paths cross often in our line of work I'm convinced I'll have details soon. I can always ask Ranger but enjoy worming answers out of Morelli.
"Did you hear Vinnie re-bonded Basso?"
"Cupcake, stay away from Basso; I mean it."
"And if I don't?" she asked and hung up on me.
Why I choose that moment to challenge her knowing it would ignite her obstinate streak escaped me.
I called her back.
"What?"
"I'm sorry. I just worry about your safety." Sometimes old habits are hard to overcome especially with her natural ability to put herself in harm's way.
"Well I'm sitting outside Marco's brick apartment complex down on Stuart."
"Understood. I'll catch you later."
"Bye Morelli."
I hung up, finished my beer then tossed it in the trash. I really wanted to see her but I had paperwork at the precinct needing my attention. The relief she wasn't with Ranger allowed the tension in my body to release.
As I reached my truck my cell rang. I checked the caller ID. "What's up Bell?"
"Can you meet me down at Shooters in 30?" Tom asked.
"Sure, it better be worth my time".
"Joe, have I ever requested your continued involvement in an investigation which didn't prove laudable of your shrewd detective ability?"
"This better not break your track record." I admitted Tom Bell's a no non-sense Detective who values his time as much as the next cop.
"Besides I take it you've met the new owner?"
I prided myself on keeping abreast of the changes in Trenton, better to serve my community. "See you then. I'll introduce you."
"Why doesn't that surprise me Morelli?"
Not bothering to answer I hit the end button and tossed my phone on the passenger seat.
Since Soder's bar burned down the land went up for grabs. An outside management company purchased it at a bargain price. There's a new owner I've had the pleasure of working with on several occasions when a criminal or victim had been last seen at his establishment. I suspected this was the case with Bell's lead on the Kooistra Pier murders.
I pulled the door to the bar open, Tom walked in first with me close on his heels.
"Shooters!" said Bell as he shook his head.
"Like a big crime billboard advisement on this side of town."
As a slow grin ascended Bell said, "Surely shadows a double meaning."
"Yeah," I said with a faint chuckle. I too had gotten the drift of the double meaning due to the amount of violence this area has undergone.
The man behind the bar looked up over his shoulder recognizing me immediately. He wiped his hands off on a dish towel atop the bar and called out, "Detective Morelli."
Tom Bell meet Del Sloan, Del meet Tom Bell. Bell's also a detective with TPD. Bell and Sloan shook hands.
Del Sloan moved from Pennsylvania and you could hear the thick accident from Philly with every word he spoke I told Bell as we made our way to the bar where Sloan was directing a bar-back to place the crates of liquor.
Sloan's a slat-built man, narrow through the face, shoulders and hips. Dark brown hair and sharp blue eyes, which didn't miss a beat. He could pass for a clarinet player from a fading jazz band or maybe even from a clover of a 1930's pulp fiction. He wears a gold braided diamond reported to have met more faces then it has shine, no convictions; just hear say.
Morelli with a no nonsense attitude wasn't someone Sloan wanted as an enemy so he took the no BS position. Sloan waited for Morelli's lead.
"Bell, Sloan's the owner of this establishment and has assisted me with several other cases. His words can be trusted," I said as I moved a bar stool out of the way and shook hands with Sloan myself.
To Sloan it appeared Morelli's acceptance has made it his mission to help turn the place around, which was alright by him. Maybe it would even clean-up the neighborhood having a cop's presence. I have no qualms about it besides that kind of boost is smart business!
The low lighting made it challenging to take-in the atmosphere but Bell's constant head motion indicated he was resigned to do just that.
Bell spoke up, "Hey Sloan, when are you going to take some of that easy earned money and put some lighting in this joint?"
I laughed and said, "He doesn't, it's a bar."
The bar's lighting leaves the entire place feeling as though candles are its sole illumination. The walls were done in beautiful brick with several archways leading to the pool table area, the rustic hickory flooring gave it an old world feel, even the solid black walnut bar added an upscale design element so prestigious it made you believe it was in the wrong local.
The tables were wrought-iron with tiled table top, an appearance of furniture clearly crafted in Guadalajara, Mexico. The chairs were made of the same only the seats were fabric, a sunflower. The entire intake of the bar was easy on the eyes.
"Who the hell puts fabric on bar stools anyway?" barked Bell.
"Someone with too much money and not enough smarts." I stated only half-kidding.
Detectives the sunflower fabric is in memory of my wife and her sunshine attitude which always brought wonderful emotions out of our customers in Philly," said Sloan.
"Sorry about your wife," I added as Sloan sounded so melancholy at the mere mention of his wife.
"Thank you Joe," Sloan said with a somber look. Noting he called me by my first name indicated he was again comfortable in my presence.
Sloan walked to the end of the bar grabbed a couple bottles of water and offered them up to Bell and me.
"Thanks," Bell and I said simultaneously after taking the water from Sloan.
"What brings you both in during daylight hours?"
"Can't we turn up some lights?" asked Bell
"Basically you need to quit being a jagoff," Sloan said with a stern glare at Bell.
"What did you say?" Tom asked.
Laughing I responded, "Its Philly slang for 'jerk'."
"Watch it, I'll haul your ass downtown for Verbal Assault of a Police Officer," Tom said as he stood taller pushing his shoulders back and his chest out.
"I wouldn't bring up the lighting again Bell if you know what's good for you," I said still laughing.
"After that comment Morelli you bet your ass I'm not mentioning it again."
"The darkness increases the mystery, especially when associating with strange women," barked a voice coming from the rear of the bar.
"In this area I'd be concerned about REAL," retorted Morelli.
"Adds a sense of ambiguity, don't you think?," the stranger said.
That's exactly what I was thinking about this guy. The accent when he spoke I recognized from my days spent in the Navy. Australian with a hint of Brit. "New South Whales?" I asked knowing I was dead on.
"Originally, long ago," he replied.
I smiled to myself for the accent recognition. "I've spent some time in Australia. Seems eons ago."
"As a tourist?"
"No. A Navy shore assignment."
"You appreciated the Outbtack?"
"As much as I could."
"That doesn't say much."
Since the man behind the voice hadn't lowered his paper to reveal his identity I freed myself of the barstool and took several strides toward the mystery man. I stopped a few inches and lowered the paper below his face and stated, "I like to know whom I'm talking too."
The man was well dressed in an armani suit and tie. He had green piercing eyes; a chiseled jawline and his blonde short hair spiked with an exuberant amount of gel. His face narrowed into a body with squared shoulders that looked as if he played hockey in his younger years. He was good-looking in a 40ish kind of way. He had an air of straightforwardness which had me on alert as no one upon initial meeting especially in this part of town is that plain-speaking.
I watched as his eyes sized me up. He rested his eyes on my gun and shield. Evidently he didn't approve or was caught by surprise a side-arm would be permitted in a bar even by law enforcement, wasn't sure which. The hair on the back of my neck continued to be on alert.
After several lagging moments he extended a hand and spoke, "Zambrano, Rick Zambrano."
"What brings you to our city Zambrano?" I asked as I pushed up the sleeves on my light blue Henley.
"My stay is short-term," he said nonchalantly.
"Joe Morelli." I reached out my hand in his direction. We shook hands.
Pointing with my thumb over my shoulder toward the end of the bar I said, "That's Tom Bell."
"Both Cops?" Zambrano asked without much expression.
"Detectives with homicide and sometimes vice," I bellowed back at him.
Zambrano looked back at his paper.
"Where do you currently call home?" I asked.
"Miami," Zambrano stated looking at me squarely in the eyes and letting his paper land on the table.
"Business or pleasure?"
"Both."
"This guy's knack for short answers had my senses on full alert. Does everyone from Miami behave with such evasiveness I wondered? My thoughts roamed toward Ranger's sometimes wooly answers.
I turned to walk away when I heard Zambrano say tightly, "You never answered Sloan's question regarding the matter which brings you to this humble establishment." My senses continued to waiver on being vigilant around this guy or maybe it was my detective intuitiveness on overdrive. I've already made a mental note to myself to make some inquiries regarding this character.
"Murder down at Kooistra Pier," Bell stated.
"I heard it was grisly," said Zambrano.
"Something to do with drugs I heard," Sloan added.
Giving nothing away I said, "Much more complicated than that."
Sloan looked from Bell to Morelli skeptically.
I walked back to the bar, pointing at Sloan and said, "I shit you not."
"How so?" Zambrano asked.
"Not at liberty to say."
"The word on the street is a couple Australian's were involved," Zambrano said questionably.
The signals of warning this guy was exuding had me troubled with a prevalent feeling he knew more than he was telling. Was this a poor attempt at discovering TPD's knowledge of the murders?
"Could be," I said matter of fact. I wasn't about to tip my hand at inside information concerning this investigation to an outsider; especially to someone with Australian national ties.
"I bet those guys were interested in some form of illegal smuggling," added Sloan.
"You'd bet wrong!" Everyone involved knows there jobs are on the line so a tight lid has been issued and nothing is to be leaked to the Press without acknowldegement from the Brass.
"Probably why the article in The Times of Trenton isn't on the front page, below the masthead," Zambrano stated sturdily.
I didn't confirm or deny as I wasn't afforded the opportunity to read the paper this evening because of the demand the Giovanni and triple murder has placed upon me.
Furthermore if any details are leaked someone's ass in on the line," I said with conviction as I turned away from Sloan.
Bell asked, "What can you tell me about the three guys being here?" He handed Sloan their pictures.
"Sorry Bell I wasn't working. If you return tomorrow you should talk to Bill Flower's he took over at 6 last night."
Bell nodded and added, "I'll meet Flower's tomorrow. If you hear anything I expect a call."
Sloan gave Bell an acknowledging nod.
Bell has always been difficult when it came to appreciating the citizen's cooperation in Trenton.
Sloan moved away to the other end of the bar and began barking orders to the two bar-backs that entered through the side door.
Bell motioned to me to take a table near the window.
As luck would have it we weren't about to further the investigation on the murder's we've dubbed 'numeral homicide' until Bell spoke with Flowers.
I sat across from Bell. "Okay Bell, what's so important you couldn't tell me over the phone concerning today's gruesome crime?"
Tom Bell threw a couple folders at me and said, "I spoke with the ME and she says our two cases are definitely connected."
"How so?" I asked while opening the two identical folders.
"Take a look at the pictures of all three victims paying close attention to their chests."
I slowly moved from one glossy picture to the other then reversing the order. Not believing what I saw. I looked up at Bell with a grimace in recognition of this new development. "Holy Shit!"
Stephanie's POV
I told Morelli I was doing surveillance but when I saw Marco exit his building I decided to follow him on foot and with a fair amount of luck maybe I could apprehend him so I made sure my stun gun was charged and I had my cuffs. He seemed harmless; which I hoped would be the right conclusion. It wasn't.
Marco Jumped from his crouched position beside the rolling dumpster as I approached and said, "Plum I have no intention of going back to jail." He grabbed me before I could react and tossed me into the dumpster with the trash like a sack of rotten potatoes. Needless to say his capture was a bust!
After rolling around in God only knew what in that dumpster Marco felt obliged to throw me in all I sought after was a shower. I needed to wash away all the grunge I could only speculate was all over me and my clothes. This being my last pair of clean jeans meant laundry needed to be done or a trip to the mall to increase my wardrobe.
I stepped into the elevator with the usual button-pushing operator, Mrs. Bestler.
"There's a nice fella on the 2nd floor and woman's dresses on 3rd Dearie," she said.
The more I hung out with the people in my building the more I was convinced it's time to relocate to a building with people more my own age. But the rent is manageable in my budget. Who am I kidding I don't have a budget, jeez.
As I stepped out of the elevator my senses were on alert. I thought of Morelli as he said he'd see me later, but the feeling was off and the hairs on the back of my neck were tingling.
I didn't recall noticing any unfamiliar vehicles as I angled out of my Rav4.
I stopped at the door to my apartment, listened and heard nothing so I entered calling out "Morelli".
"Kitchen."
My heart almost stopped beating as the voice I heard wasn't the one I was expecting.
Tossing my bag on the couch I stopped at the door way to the kitchen not trusting myself in close proximity of Ranger.
My eyes did a double take as he was wearing blue jeans, a silver button down shirt with a silk grey, red and white tie with black shiny boots. Ranger didn't do jeans. He did clothes that consisted of black. "Aren't you out of uniform?" I said with sarcasm.
"Babe, times do call for altering one's attire."
"The wardrobe in your closet doesn't give way to variation Ranger." Remembering all the years I've known Ranger and he had always donned black.
Ranger rolled his eyes and said, "Babe."
"Ranger what are you doing here?" I was hesitant to advance any further as my stomach became twisted. I didn't want Joe to find him in my apartment yet I needed to know why he was here. I was still feeling residual bliss from my night with Joe and I totally new Ranger's presence would cause difficulties if Morelli was to appear.
I called Ranger a few times in the past week he never returned my calls so I assumed he was still in the wind.
Ranger's appearance allowed the return of my culpability toward Morelli. I should never have consented to the stupid proposition with Ranger in exchange for his help but too late, I did. AND now I have to live with the consequences of my foolhardiness as there's no undoing what's been done.
Despite the guilt eating at me I'm not conditioned to battle my body's portrayal with the attraction firing up toward Ranger's hard body I'm too weak to wrestle with the blaze he stirs in me. Besides I had long since swayed myself into accepting the point of view I did nothing wrong. Yeah, that's it there's nothing to feel at fault about. Yeah right, whom am I kidding? The jury's still out on that one.
I know in some strange way having two gorgeous men desiring me was alluring and adding to my twisted behavior. Ranger's appearance only served as a reminder that Morelli won't avoid dealing with Ranger and my association too much longer.
Stepping in front me Ranger said, "A distraction job that needs a female touch."
"You could have called to ask me," I said nervously with Ranger in such close proximity. I should have pulled myself away to avoid breathing in his exciting scent but I was unable to take a single step in the other direction.
He pulled me in and kissed me and my body responded as if it was in charge. Pulling back he said, "You weren't at the Bond's Office. I was concerned."
"I wasn't at the Office because I was doing surveillance as I have rent to pay," I stated as I placed my hands on his chest and pushed myself back from him.
"I told you I could keep you employed."
I appreciate the offer but no." Ranger would only add more owed to him. I'm still wavering over what he meant about nothing owed for what we do for one another. I'm also not up to asking for complete clarification so I continue to believe there lays an undertone of continued sexual favors as payment. I no longer want to dabble in a Ranger tab!
Taking a step closer Ranger pulled spaghetti from my hair and stared at my chocolate covered sweater he said, "Surveillance in a dumpster? How did that work out for you?"
"Billy Marco. Don't start Ranger. I want a shower and food." I didn't bother asking how Ranger knew it was a dumpster as he's aware of almost every step I take. I just hope there's no camera's in my bathroom or bedroom. The intrusiveness of security in my shower would piss me off so I took the angle Ranger knew where to draw the line.
"Need help in the shower?" Ranger asked as he slid his arm around my waist to pull me closer into him while wrapping his finger around one of my curls. This confirmed my suspicious of no video survelliance.
"No." My body was exploding inside with wanting Ranger to join me in the shower, but I refuse to allow his dominance to engage me in any compromising position I'll have to explain to myself. Ranger once told me he could make me forget Morelli, good luck with that. I've agonized over indentifying a line of attack for Morelli-nilation over the years and I've finally concluded Morelli will NEVER be absent from my life.
"Marco can be dangerous."
"According to you and Morelli they're all dangerous at least to me." They just don't offer enough credit. I've brought it my share of FTA's without either one of them interfering or assisting.
"You have a natural nature for disaster."
"Gee Thanx. I'm fine."
"Babe, safety."
I was becoming antsy but tried not to show the affect Ranger was having on me. "When is the distraction job?" I asked in effort to ward off my body from his advances as well as to wrap this meeting up quickly. I'm struggling with the physical attraction I feel toward him.
"Tomorrow night, 7:30".
"Where?"
"I should have a line on it later tonight".
"What type of wardrobe do you expect me to wear?"
"Babe." That single word seems to be the answer for ALL from Ranger.
"I think I have the perfect granny dress," I said sarcastically.
"The usual attire."
"Okay. I'll wear the slinkiest and most seductive outfit in my closet."
"Babe."
That was the last word he spoke and he was gone."Doesn't anyone say good-bye anymore?" I asked to no one in particular.
I took a quick shower, washing my hair twice. After towel drying my hair I applied leave in conditioner then pulled one of Joe's TPD t-shirts on with a pair of red and white boxers.
Entering the living room I approached the entertainment center. Tossed a movie into the DVD player then sat on the couch with my legs tucked under me.
Ranger's POV
I was annoyed when Stephanie walked in calling me Morelli. I know she could smell my Bulgari shower gel, after all she knows the scent quite well. Recapturing my stoic demeanor I didn't allow her to see my irritation.
Numerous times I have told Stephanie I don't do relationships but my views since she has entered my life have slowly dwindled down; the truth is I'd like to sway her away from Morelli during one of their on-again, off-again modes. I'd make it permanently off. I can easily persuade her back into my bed.
Peering out her kitchen window I observed Morelli's SUV pulling into a parking space. I asked myself on occasion what Stephanie see's in that idiot. Why the hell is he just sitting there in his truck?
I pulled Stephanie in for a kiss I wanted another but sensing a change in her body response I backed off as not to agitate her further. I can handle her anger as it's an emotion I know all too well. I'll whisk her tomorrow night after the extraction to my place at RangeMan.
Using the stairs I made record time to my truck avoiding Morelli as I wasn't up for a pissing contest with him.
Joe's POV
I sat outside her apartment for 15 minutes after Ranger's truck raced out of the parking lot.
"Shit!" I wondered what he was doing here. Finally calming myself I grabbed the Pino's bag with the Corona's off the passenger seat angled out of my SUV and hustled up to the lobby door. As I headed toward the elevator the doors opened; Mrs. Bestler smiled and said, "Hello Detective Morelli."
"Hi Mrs. Bestler. Second floor please." She nodded toward me while I stepped into the elevator, doors closing behind me.
Stephanie's POV
Ghostbusters introduction had just finished when I heard Joe's key in the door and got up off the new couch he had surprised me with when my old couch was contaminated with death cooties by Steven Soder's dead body being placed upon it for me to find. Ranger's constant entry into my apartment remains a mystery to me.
"You alone?" Joe asked as he looked around.
"Does Rex count?"I sensed something adrift but wasn't sure what Joe was hinting at so taking his lead I attempted a smart-alecky question to lighten his mood.
He smiled and said, "Yes Rex counts. Have you eaten?" He outstretched a Pino's bag and beer.
"No, not since Lula and I went to Cluck in the Bucket at lunch time." I could smell the subs the moment the door opened. He knew me well enough to grab food and my favorite at that.
I took the beers from Joe as he placed the subs on the coffee table. He tossed his black leather jacket onto the back of the couch as he headed for the kitchen. He returned with paper plates and napkins.
The smell of the subs reminded me how hungry I truly was and how eating take-out with Joe came so easily. Sometimes this level of comfort scares the hell out of me but that's probably my self-doubt more then it's Joe's actual presence, probably.
I threw a couple pillows on the floor and plopped down on one with the expectation Joe would position himself on the other. Joe chose to sit on the couch. I shrugged and didn't give his change a second thought as my stomach growled so I decided eating was priority.
Joe's POV
I could hardly eat I was so tense from the thoughts of her and Ranger. I wasn't about to delay any longer especially after encountering his truck here.
Stephanie took a bite of her meatball sub as she watched me closely with questioning eyes.
I asked her finally, "What was Ranger doing here?" I treaded lightly leaving any trace of accusation absent from my voice realizing the substantial risk I'd take if Stephanie felt pressured, she close off from me.
"He has a distraction job he needs a female to assist him with. I didn't think Tank would look as sexy in my black mini-skirt."
A short laugh escaped my lips.
"I waited until I saw his truck pull away from the parking lot before coming up." Quickly Stephanie's body stiffened and her eyes diverted mine. I could sense a change immediately.
"Why?" she asked hesitantly.
The moment of truth had arrived and I was rattled by the seriousiness of Joes eyes but knew by the sound of his voice he wasn't about to be put off any longer.
Joe's POV
"No more avoidance we're discussing you and Ranger."
