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Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter sixteen, part two

“Ok, Scarlett.  I have one question for you—what exactly is your relationship with Mr. Reynolds?”  His question caught me off-guard.

“What?  Matt?  He’s one of my best friends.  I told you that.”  I evaded the question behind the question because I wanted Martinez to ask outright if there was something he wanted to know.  “Are you asking me professionally or personally?”

“Both,” Martinez said, his voice serious.

“Um, well, he’s one of my best friends,” I repeated uncomfortably.  I didn’t know where he was going with this line of questioning, but it couldn’t be anywhere I wanted to go.

“Please don’t take offense, but would you lie for him?”  Martinez was giving me his full attention, which made me feel even more uncomfortable.

“Lie for him?”  I tried to figure out if that was personal or professional.  I decided it didn’t matter because I didn’t lie.  At least, not about important things.  “No, I wouldn’t.”

“Are you attracted to him?”  The minute the question left Martinez’s mouth, he looked as if he’d like to snatch them back again.

“Now, I know that’s personal because I can’t see how it would have any bearing on the case.”  I infused my voice with as much indignation as I could muster, but I knew he had a right to ask.  Shit, I would be all over him if the situation was reversed, but I didn’t like the fact that he hadn’t waited until our date to ask me.  This was an investigation for God’s sake.

“You’re right.  It’s personal, and it’s been eating at me for the last few days.”  Martinez looked me in the eyes, his gaze not wavering.  I had to give him props for being forthright about it; I just wasn’t sure I was ready to answer.  To equivocate, however, would be doing him a disservice since he had a right to know.  As I had vowed that I wouldn’t keep anything from him in terms of the investigation, I now vowed that I would be honest with him about my personal life as well.

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Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter thirteen, part three

We migrated to the living room where we hashed out everything we knew.  We both thought that the club should be the center of our focus, but we differed on the most likely candidate.  Matt insisted that Digger was involved, but that was his prejudice talking.  I thought we needed to talk to the girls in depth because who knew Kayla better than her coworkers?  Besides, with the way she was blackmailing some of them, more than one stripper had a reason for wanting to do her harm.  Then, of course, there was the drug dealer.  He had my money for being the one who’d taken Kayla and killed the other woman.  From Kayla’s description of him, he sounded like the most ruthless of the bunch.  If it was him, he wanted his coke back.  Where the fuck we’d find that, I didn’t know.  I mean, if Kayla hadn’t blown through it all.  It must be somewhere in her house, but wouldn’t the cops have found it?  Not if she hadn’t wanted it to be found.  I started when the doorbell rang, but I got up to let Martinez in.  To my dismay, Daily trailed behind him.

“Where is this alleged email,” she barked, doing away with pleasantries.  It was clear from the expression on her face that she thought I was making it up.  That, or she’d heard about Martinez’s date and wasn’t pleased about it.  The way she was glaring at me, I’d bet on the latter.

“This way,” Matt said, starting towards his room.

“You stay here,” Daily snarled at me as she trotted after Matt.  I caught Martinez by the arm before he could follow.

“How are you?”  I asked, keeping my voice low.  He looked about ten years older than he had a mere hour ago, so I assumed it hadn’t gone well.

“Not well,” Martinez said honestly, trying to smile.  “She was the only child of two elderly people whose lives centered around her.  The mother had to be sedated.”  I winced in sympathy, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

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Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter thirteen, part two

I suggested coffee and moving to the living room.  Martinez must have had similar thoughts to mine because he agreed with alacrity.  I went into the kitchen to brew the coffee, insisting that he leave the dishes for later.  I’d make Matt do them when he got home if I had to, but I wasn’t going to waste a minute more than I had to in the meantime.  I waited for the coffee to perk, using the time to center my thoughts.  My hormones were raging out of control, and I didn’t want to come across as a slut.  Oh, I was one, but I didn’t want it to appear that I was too easy.  As soon as the coffee was ready, I brought it to the living room, where Martinez sprang up from the futon upon my entry.

I could tell by the expression on his face that he was as tentative as I.  That made me feel marginally better, that he wasn’t just on the prowl.  We did a bit more talking about previous relationship-.  He had been engaged to a fellow officer a few years ago before they realized that they couldn’t handle being together both at the job and in their personal lives.  The split was mutual, and she eventually transferred to Miami to be closer to her family.  She was a Latina, one of two in the whole department.  It was difficult being a person of color in Minnesota—let alone a woman of color in the Minneapolis Police Department.  Martinez didn’t blame her for returning to Miami, but he had no desire to go with her or to return to Philly.

I told him about the man I thought I was in love with—until I realized he was dogging me from day one.  I made light of it, but it had hurt at the time.  Matt had warned me at the time about this guy’s reputation—I met him through Matt.  He was a friend of a friend of Matt’s—but I hadn’t listened.  I was sure I was in love and that I knew what I was doing.  Besides, he was Asian to boot.  That was a definite plus in my book, something that Matt couldn’t understand.  He didn’t know what it was like to grow up a minority in a state like Minnesota.

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Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter eight, part two

“First time I’ve been called ‘God’,” Martinez said, his eyes amused.  I opened my mouth to make a ribald comment before clamping it shut again.  I had the sneaking suspicion that Martinez knew what I was about to say because he was openly smirking.  His voice was all business, however, when he asked if I’d spotted anything yet.

“No,” I said, discouraged.  “This is like the proverbial needle in a haystack.  How do you not go insane doing this kind of work?”

“It’s better than factory assembly,” Martinez said, shaking his head.  “I did that every summer during my high school years, and there is nothing more tedious than putting together the same two pieces over and over again for eight hours a day.  Don’t let it get to you.  Just think of it as a scavenger hunt.”

“Some prize,” I murmured, turning another page.

“Well, I have to go,” Detective Martinez said, looking at his watch.  “Johnson here will keep an eye out for you.  If you need anything, let him know.”  I looked up, startled to see an officer in the room.  I hadn’t heard him come in, which made me exceedingly uneasy.  He looked as if he were fresh out of training, and he certainly didn’t look old enough to be a cop with his round cheeks and clear blue eyes.

“Ma’am,” Johnson said, nodding his head.

“It’s Scar.  Or Ms. Hsu,” I said sharply.  He made me feel a hundred years old when he called me ‘Ma’am.’  “How am I supposed to find you?”

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