Double Cross

filled to the brim, and matching blue panties I hadn’t seen before. Fit right in with the eye-friendly decor of the suite.
    I tried to reach out for Bree, but the ropes held me back.
    “Come here, Bree. Kiss me,” I said. “
Please
kiss me. Just a kiss.”
    “Just a kiss, huh? I’m supposed to believe that one?”
    She did finally kiss me—but not until she’d taken her sweet time tasting me all over. I twisted and twined my legs with hers. That was about all I could do. I was getting a little crazy to move around but not totally minding that I couldn’t. And I was definitely hot for Detective Bree Stone, beginning to get in a
big hurry
too.
    “My, my, my,” she said, and smiled. “This is working out even better than I thought it would. We should come here more often.”
    “I agree. How about every night?”
    Finally she lay down on top of me. Bree’s lips were an inch from mine; her breasts were warm on my chest; her eyes were beautiful to stare at this close.
    “You want me to undo these nasty ropes now?” she asked.
    I nodded, breathing hard. “Yes.”
    “Yes, what?” Her nails softly raked down my chest, then my legs, then between my legs. I shuddered at the touch, couldn’t help myself if I wanted to.
    “Yes, please!
Is
this about being in control?” I asked again.
    “No, Dr. Cross. It’s about
trust
. Do you trust me?”
    “Should I?”
    “Don’t answer a question with a question.”
    “Yeah, I do. I trust you. Is that a wise thing to do?”
    “Very wise. It’s the only way we can be together.”
    I laughed. “Well, I want us to be together. Right now, actually.”
    “You do, do you?”
    “I see you’re into torture.”
    “Uh-huh.”
    Then Bree finally reached across my body, and with two quick pulls of the rope, she freed my hands. I would have been impressed by her expertise with knots, but my mind was on other things at that moment. I rolled Bree over and kissed her, and then I was inside her. Deep, very deep. “
Slow
,” she whispered. “Make this last.” It occurred to me only later that that was exactly what Bree had been going for all along.
Make this last
.
    Talk about a win-win situation. Talk about a night off from all the craziness.
    Maybe we were even ready for whatever might come next. And maybe we weren’t even close. But right now, none of that mattered.
    “Room has wireless high-speed access. All the amenities you could hope for. Should we check in on the world?” Bree asked after our first time.
    “We definitely . . .
shouldn’t
. . . check in on anything.”

Chapter 78

    EARLY THE FOLLOWING MORNING, the great Kyle Craig entered through the gates of the University of Chicago. He was dressed as he thought a college professor might reasonably outfit himself for class these days: khaki trousers and sneakers, a blue denim work shirt, a gray knit vest, a knit tie. Craig found the getup satisfying in a comical sort of way.
The very idea of his teaching the nation’s youth. My God
! At least he was amusing himself, if no one else.
    He had already studied the school’s Web site, so he went directly to the large library, the Regenstein. He checked a few reference files, and within minutes, he was in a reading room attached to the graduate school—leaving another message for DCAK. This time he decided to be more circumspect, hiding the message in a photograph. He’d learned about the process of steganography while he was in jail, planning for his future.

    We meet again, my good friend. I hope to be in your neck of the woods very soon. It will be a pleasant walk down memory lane for me. Plus the unique chance to experience your work from a slightly closer vantage point. You are making history, after all. We both are. Everything is working so beautifully. If you would like to meet in person, I will be at
X
marks the spot, midnight, the second Saturday from now.
    If you aren’t there, I will understand completely. You are a busy bee, after all. Such a gifted artist too. I stand in awe of your work and look forward to your next play.

    Kyle Craig stopped typing, reread what he’d written, and then pressed “send.” He whispered to himself, “If he can’t figure out X
marks the spot
, then he doesn’t deserve to meet me face-to-face.”

Chapter 79

    KYLE CHANGED CABS three times on his way back to his hotel, which was just off Michigan Avenue. He was excited about so many things now, even being free in Chicago, which had always been a favorite city