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Carlos.”  He grunted in response and she felt another orgasm swell.  She moaned again and sensed that he was coming to o as he pushed her against the wall again, hammering it home.
    He stood there a few moments, still holding Nicki, hot breath against her neck.  Then he lifted her and laid her on the bed.  He lay next to her and dozed off, his jeans still wrapped around his knees, the condom slowly shriveling.
    He’d fucked her hard , all right, and good, but he was almost gentlemanly about it.  What made her think of that was half an hour later when he awoke and stripped down to nothing, tossing the used rubber in the trash.  “Would you stay the night with me, mi dulzura ?” he asked.
    Either he was confusing her with another girl or muttering more Spanish.  It sounded Spanish and Carlos didn’t seem like a dummy, so she figured it was the latter.  She wasn’t quite sure what he was saying, but it didn’t sound like a word she knew.  She nodded, smiling, and asked if she could use the facilities first.  She splashed a little water on her face and stripped her clothes off, then curled up next to her temporary Latin lover.

 
    Chapter Seven
     
    CARLOS HAD ASKED Nicki to stay for room service breakfast the next morning (“Order w hatever you want”) , but she had overslept and knew she had to get something done for the paper before returning to Napoli .  They fucked in the shower before she left, but she did have to skip breakfast.  And Carlos confessed that mi dulzura , loosely translated, meant something like my sweet thing in English , so she didn’t have to worry that he was calling her by someone else’s name.  Not that she could ever hold that against anyone…
    “Farewell, mi dulzura Nicki, until we meet again.”  She knew a guy like Carlos would never be back in her little town to rock her world again, but it was sweet of him to imply it just the same.
    She got home and dressed, feeling top of the world.  Nothing like a good lay to take your mind off everything that mattered.  She knew she had to at the very least go to the police station today to get some info on Edwards, enough, she hoped, to be an article’s worth.
    So she sat in the lobby at the police station, waiting to talk to Detective Nathan Wright.   After waiting almost an hour, Detective Wright asked Nicki to come to his office.  She showed him her “press” card but he seemed unimpressed.
    They sat in his small white plain office, Nicki in a chair next to his desk.  The office was cramped.  Nicki was glad she’d worn a sundress that came to her knees today, but she was wishing she’d worn a jacket.   T he dress only had thin straps, so she was braless.   Somehow, with a cop, she felt like she was indecent.  No doubt the steamy morning sex contributed to her feelings of guilt.  Must have been that Lutheran background she’d never quite been able to shake…
    “What can I do for you, Ms. Sosebee?”   She tried not to cringe (or glare) visibly.  The police officer pronounced her name “Soh-suh-bee” like many stupid asses before him instead of the correct pronunciation, “Sohs-bee.”  Two syllables.  It was as dumb as when people said “ath-uh-lete.”  Puh-lease.
    Nicki opened the cover on her steno pad.  “ Please call me Nicki.  I’m writing an article on the Jason Edwards case and wanted to ask some questions.”
    Wright shook his head.  “That case is still under investigation, so there’s not much I can tell you.”
    Nicki’s pen wilted in her hand.  “Well, what can you tell me?”
    “He’s out on bail as of eight o’clock this morning.”  Nicki jotted it down.  “Anything other than that, you need to talk to the District Attorney’s Office.”
    She felt a sigh escape her lips.  She wanted to tell him it would have been nice if he could have told her that before making her wait an inordinate amount of time, but the last thing she wanted to do was piss off a policeman.  Someday