Night Prey

months, by the same people. There were two here in town, one in St. Paul, four in various suburbs. I’m starting to get some heat from the banking community.”
    “That’s supposed to be the Feds,” Lucas said. “The Feds do banks.”
    “The Feds don’t want to run for the Senate,” Roux said.
    “Oh, my achin’ ass.” Lucas groaned.

    AS HE WAS leaving, he ran into Jan Reed, looking very good. “Oh, my God, I was worried,” she said, and she looked worried. She touched his chest with an open hand. “I heard you got banged around pretty badly.”
    “Not that bad,” he said. He tried to chuckle in a manly way, but winced.
    “You look beat up,” she said. She glanced at her watch. “I’ve got an hour before I’ve got to be back at the station. . . . Would you have time to finish that croissant and coffee we started last time?”
    Jesus, she was pretty.
    “God, I’d like to,” Lucas said. “But, you know . . . I gotta go home.”
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