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tried to hide her disappointment. “But the police will want to talk to you since you’re a witness.”
    An odd, twisted expression crossed over his features. “I’m not sticking around. I’m not wild about the police.”
    “Oh.” What the hell was that supposed to mean? Nothing good, for sure. Jack’s issues with the police probably went well beyond them giving him a ticket or two for Driving While Black. She ought to know, having represented more than a couple of cop-o-phobic people in her day. “Right.”
    “And there are enough other witnesses,” he continued.
    “Right.”
    The sirens got louder, and now she saw flashing lights out of the corner of her eye. Several vehicles, including a satellite truck from the local news, raced into view. She stifled a groan. By the time she finished talking to the police and reporters, it’d be three A.M. Wonderful. It wasn’t like she needed any sleep before closing arguments began at nine.
    Jack’s tight face told her he wasn’t any happier with the new arrivals than she was. That was some consolation. He didn’t seem to want to let her go. That was another. His glittering gaze held hers for so long she was sure her features had begun to melt and blur.
    “Take care of yourself, okay?” he asked, low. “No need to be so brave.”
    This unearned praise startled her. “Oh, no.” Better set the record straight lest he think she was somethingshe wasn’t. “I’m not brave at all. It’s just that Esther needed help and I was the only one around.”
    He stared, at an obvious loss for words, and this time she recognized the look on his face without any problem at all. It was something she’d never seen from him before: the brief but thrilling gleam of admiration.
    As the first ambulance screeched to a halt at the curb, he backed up a step or two, his hands slowly slipping down her arms and away. When at last the contact between them was broken, she felt hollow and alone, which was ridiculous because she was always alone anyway and probably always would be. Even so, she shivered and wished she had his touch back, his warmth.
    “Good night.” Just like that he melted into the darkness and was gone, leaving her to face the swarming crowd by herself.

Chapter 4
    “Ahhh …
shit.”
    Kareem Gregory tightened his grip on Marcella’s silky black hair as her head bobbed over his lap. Her laughing dark eyes smiled up at him, as if she knew exactly how skilled she was, how freaking
unbelievable
those full lips felt around his dick, and he decided he’d pick her up a little something extra at Tiffany this week.
    After a minute, he reached toward the end table, found his glass of Le Gay Pomerol 2006 (he’d always been partial to Bordeaux) and silently toasted himself before he took a sip.
    A little celebration was definitely in order because he was a genius.
    His plan was ticking along better than he could ever have expected. The feds had had a few questions for him—they always had a few questions for him—but his alibi had left them nothing to go on. They’d never again have anything to go on, assuming he didn’t trust the wrong people again. He was too smooth for that.
    Marcella, taking a little initiative, climbed up and straddled him.
    He flipped her a condom from the end table. Enthusiastic as always, she went to work while he adjusted his boxers for her, and that was when his cell phone, which was sitting on the coffee table next to the mirror with the lines on it, rang.
    Undeterred, Marcella tossed him the phone and, impaling herself, began to ride hard and fast. The world swam out of focus and opening the phone and pressing buttons suddenly got a whole lot trickier. He managed by the fifth ring.
    “Yeah.” He balanced the phone between his shoulder and cheek, freeing up his hands so he could hold on to Marcella’s big ass as it flexed.
    “Turn to CNN,” said one of his three lieutenants, Roger “Yogi” Watkins, whom Kareem liked to refer to as his VP of