" After all, it worked with Tami.Kelly didn't struggle, she just glared. "I'm not your fucking girlfriend. And I'm not a fucking little girl. And I'll... decide who I want to talk to, and when. Now get your fucking hands off me and go away." Her words were so cold that I almost imagined icicles hanging from them.I stared down at her."You're right." I got off her and stood up. I reached a hand down to her, but she ignored it and stood on her own. "I'm sorry. That was out of line. But I really think. I was being just as nasty as the detective had been."Who is the soldier?" she asked changing the subject."He is replacing Hannah," I said."And Hannah was the teenager who skimmed pot from you?" Detective Ames asked."I see someone briefed you. Yes she was, but it wasn't anything like this," I explained."No but she could have told someone else how to beat the alarms," Ames said."She could have since all they did was somehow avoid the pressure sensors in the road. Steve and I think they used our. She was trying to appear aloof and mysterious.“Would you have dinner with me? I am here in the city alone, and I would enjoy some company. Especially as beautiful as you.”Oh, she thought. Flattery will get you everywhere. She nodded, and he slowly stood. She held her hand out, and he took it, and she stood. She did not release his hand. He led her to the fanciest, most expensive restaurant on the strip. Ha, she thought. I chose wisely. Well, whoever chose, it was wise for me.He cringed when she. "Damn that was hot! I don't know if I could survive too much of that one." You'll never get to find out if you keep using her as an ashtray, you dick." Shit. You heard that, huh? One fucking mistake, and I bet I hear about it forever." Your wife made some comment about my doing the whole 'Clinton' cigar thing on her and the consequences. If it gets too bad for you, I know how we can re-direct the heat." So, you've got to tell me, is she often like that? I mean, IN-credible!" It's not that bad,.