Slow Hand Luke
ANOTHER SUNNY SPRING day in Brooklyn. The
punks would be out in full force. Annie Corrigan sighed as she stared out the small square window from the office she shared with three other cops. One more report to write and then she'd be out there, arguing with her partner over their cruiser's temperature controls.
Her phone rang and she had to stifle a yawn before answering. "Sergeant Corrigan."
"Hey, baby, it's me."
She closed her eyes, her chest tightening. "What do you want?"
"Is that any way to speak to—"
"Don't tell me." Her voice started to rise and she quickly lowered it. "You've been arrested again."
"Look, Annie, I was going to call you last week, maybe buy you some dinner, but I got busy. You know how it is."
Nothing changed. Nothing ever changed. Did he really expect her to believe more of his lies? "I told you not to call me at work." "See, the thing is, baby, I did get in a small scrape. But I swear to you, this time it wasn't my fault."
She shook her head. It never was. "I have to go." "Come on, baby, you aren't going to leave me locked up for the weekend."
"See you around, Pop," she said, and hung up. ... read full excerpt from: Slow Hand Luke ebook
