“It’s nothing special, but I’d love for you to see my bedroom.”
She laughs under her breath. “I might leave my panties behind as a reason to return.”
“I’m not wearing them and eating ice cream,” I say, loving the way that makes her laugh.
“Good to know. If you’ll give me the address, I’ll shower and meet you there. Are you home now?”
“I’m just leaving the office.”
“Okay. Then I’ll hurry and get ready. Send me the address, Agent Bennett.
“Back to Agent Bennett?”
“I’ll call you Logan later on tonight,” she quips, causing an immediate reaction from the wayward appendage that has forgotten I’m closer to thirty than eighteen.
“See you soon.”
I hang up and shoot her a text with the address. I probably need a shower too, so at least I’ll have time. I also decide to stop and pick up something to cook so that we don’t have to leave to go anywhere. We have two solid days, and all I want to do is spend every second getting this addiction under control.
I hurry through
the motions of buying groceries, load down my back hatch, and rush home. My phone is ringing as soon as I step through the door of my house. I groan when I see it’s Craig.
“Please don’t tell me we already have to come back in.”
“Well, hello to you, SSA Logan Bennett. I guess that pussy is golden if the company man himself doesn’t want to come back to work.”
“Craig, if you want to remain pretty in front of the cameras, I’d suggest refraining from speaking about Lana’s pussy anymore.”
“Right. Got it. Anyway, you told me to call if any new leads came in. Hadley finally figured out the type of knife used by the Boogeyman in his kills. I’m forwarding you a picture.”
“Thanks,” I grumble, not feeling as appreciative as I should.
“No worries, Logan. No one expects you to come back in tonight or even tomorrow. You closed a major case and just in time to save a girl’s life. And hell, you pretty much did it on your own today. No one else would have fucking pieced together a da Vinci fixation from finding clay.”
“There were other factors,” I point out.
“Yes. Symmetry,” he says flatly.
“And more.”
“I’ll let you get back to your two days of peace.”
He hangs up just as a text comes through from Lana.
LANA: My GPS says I should be there in thirty minutes. I’m going to see if I can shave a few minutes off that.
A smile spreads as I text her back.
ME: No texting while driving.
LANA: Threatening to arrest me?
Laughing, I put my phone away. Lana is not the girl I first pegged as detached. Lonely, perhaps. But not detached. I’ve come to realize she’s just like me. Solitary but not devoid of possibilities.
After putting all my groceries where they belong, I start removing my shirt, then grimace when I smell the exhaust fumes from the chopper all over me. How did I not realize how bad I reek?
I start to head to the shower, but my phone chimes with a message. Craig has delivered the picture he promised, and the knife is nothing special. But at least we know the model and type to tell the police to search for if the time ever comes.