Hot Rocks

day.”
    “I think the cops—public and private—would both say I need to keep it business as usual.”
    “You do that. We’ll be keeping a close eye on the shop and your house until we run this all down. I want those pictures,” Vince said to Max.
    “I’ll bring them by.”
    Laine walked them to the door.
    “I’m going to have tons of questions. We need to have a girls’ night,” Jenny decided, “so I can pump you. Did you ever do that shell thing? You know, the switcheroo?”
    “Jenny.” Vince cast his eyes at the sky.
    “Well, I want to know, for God’s sake. Tell me later. How about the one with the three cards?” she called out as Vince pulled her toward the car. “Later, but I want specific details.”
    “She’s something.” Max watched Vince load his wife into the car.
    “Yeah, she’s something else again. She’s the luckiest thing that ever happened to me.” She waited until the car was out of sight before she closed the door. “Well, that went better than I deserved.”
    “You’re doing better at forgiving me than you are at fo rgiving yourself.”
    “You were doing a job. I respect the work ethic.” She gave a little shrug, turned toward the stairs. “I need to pull myself together and get into town.”
    “Laine? I figured we were going to go a few rounds when I told you I was going to stay out here. Instead, you tell me I’m staying out here. Why is that?”
    She leaned against the railing. “There are a few reasons. First, I’m not a sniveling coward, but I’m not brainless and brave. I have no intention of staying out here alone, so far from town, when someone who wishes me no good may come back. I’m not risking myself or my dog over someone else’s rocks.”
    “Sensible.”
    “So, I get me a big-city PI who I assume, despite current evidence, can handle himself.”
    He scowled at that and shifted his feet. “I can handle myself just fine.”
    “Good to know. Next, since I have a stake in seeing these gems are recovered, I prefer you at hand so I know exactly what you’re doing about it. I can use seven hundred thousand dollars, just like the next guy.”
    “Practical.”
    “Last, I liked the sex and don’t see why I should deprive myself of more of it. Easier to get you into bed if you’re staying here.”
    Since he didn’t seem to be able to come up with a term for that one, she smiled. “I’m going up to shower.”
    “Okay,” he managed after she’d strolled upstairs. “That explains that.”
     
     
     
    Thirty minutes later, she came back down looking fresh as the spring morning in a short green jacket and pants. Her hair was scooped back at the temples with silver combs and left to fall straight toward her shoulders in that bright flood.
    She walked up to Max and handed him a brass key ring. “Front and back doors,” she told him. “If and when you get home before me, I’d appreciate you letting Henry out, giving him some play time.”
    “No problem.”
    “If and when I cook, you do the dishes.”
    “Deal.”
    “I like a tidy house and have no intention of picking up after you.”
    “I was raised right. Thank Marlene.”
    “That should do it for now. I’ve got to go.”
    “Hold it, those are your rules. Now here are mine: Take this number.” He pressed a card into her hand. “That’s my cell. You call me when you leave for home. If you’re not coming straight home for any reason, you let me know that, too.”
    “All right.” She slipped the card into her pocket.
    “You call that number if anything happens, anything that bothers you. I don’t care how minor it seems, I want to hear about it.”
    “So, if I get one of those calls from a telemarketer, I let you know.”
    “I’m serious, Laine.”
    “All right, all right. Anything else? I’m running very late.”
    “If you hear from your father, you tell me. You tell me, Laine,” he repeated when he saw her face. “Divided loyalties aren’t going to do him any good.”
    “I won’t help you put him in prison. I won’t do that, Max.”
    “I’m not a cop. I don’t put people in prison. All I want is to recover the gems, collect my fee. And keep us all healthy while I’m at it.”
    “You promise me you won’t turn him in, no matter what, and I’ll promise to tell you if I hear from him.”
    “Done.” He held out a hand, shook hers. Then gave it a yank so she’d tumble into his arms. “Now kiss me goodbye.”
    “All right.”
    She took a good grip on his