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said.
     
    “It’s Detective Santiago. Are you alone?”
     
    Her voice brought him back to their liaison in the interrogation room and he wondered if she had been thinking about it these last few days, if she had been thinking about him.
     
    “We need to meet,” Grace said.
     
    “That’s gonna be hard,” Falcon said. He began to pace around his small one-bedroom apartment, walking from his room to his kitchen and then back again. “The gang is watching me all the time. I’m never alone. I think I’ve got them convinced that that nothing happened the other day, but they still don’t’ trust me. They suspect something.”
     
    “You think you’re going to get out of this? That I’ll just go away? You made a deal and now it’s time for you to keep your half of it. I need information; real information and you need to give it to me. Think, Falcon,” she said. “There has to be some time you can get away. Think.”
     
    “Tomorrow,” Falcon said with a sigh. “I’m taking Sophie to the beach tomorrow. It’s my weekly visit and the gang knows all about it. We’re planning to go to Venice Beach. Can you meet me there?”
     
    “Yes, what time?”
     
    “Eleven thirty, but you can’t come looking like a cop. They might be watching.”
     
    “Don’t worry about it. I know how to blend in. How are you? Are they giving you any flack? You said they suspected something.”
     
    “I was gone a long time,” Falcon said. “It looked suspicious.”
     
    “Maybe you should have left earlier,” Grace said and there was a hint of gentle teasing in her voice.
     
    “No way. It was worth it,” Falcon responded grinning into the phone.
     
    “Well don’t get any ideas. It’s not happening again,” Grace said.
     
    “You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep, Detective,” Falcon responded. “You don’t know the half of what I can do. Don’t you want to find out?”
     
    “I found out plenty the last time,” she said.
     
    “That’s right. I can still remember the sounds you made when you came, the expression on your face, the way your breasts felt in my hands. Imagine what we could do if we had more time, if we didn’t have to worry about anyone sneaking in on us...”
     
    “Well, it’s time to stop imagining. We need to get to work. Arresting as many Screaming Eagles is the only thing you or I should be thinking about right now.” Her voice was suddenly stern and Falcon wondered if she was trying to control herself. There was something in her voice that made him think that there was more to her phone call than just their professional relationship. 
     
    “I know you want it,” he said. “That little taste the other day wasn’t enough. I know all about addicts. One is never enough, you’ll always want more.”
     
    “You don’t know what I want.”
     
    “You want a man, a real man. Not some pussy that works in an office all day. But a strong man who works with his hands, a man that’s not afraid to bend you over the table and have his way with you. A man that’s not afraid of a couple of bites or hits. I am that man, Grace, and I know you want me.”
     
    “Stop it,” Grace said, but there was a hitch in her voice, a gasp she had tried to cover.
     
    “I’m going to make you beg for it the next time we’re alone together. I want you to think about it, think about me between your legs. Think about a real man having his way with you.”
     
    “The beach, tomorrow. Eleven thirty. Be there or I arrest your ass.”
     
    The line went dead and Falcon smiled to himself putting down the phone. Detective Grace Santiago. She was a real woman, nothing but strength and conviction on the surface, but underneath there was an ocean of passion begging for release. Maybe they could slip away tomorrow at the beach; it didn’t need to be long. Falcon knew what she liked, he remembered it well and he couldn't wait to give it to her again.
     

 
    Chapter Eight
     
    Kelly had this thing