Part 16 (1/2)
”Something he got from you, maybe?” McFadden asked.
”I told you, I never heard about this,” Martinez said, and then the implication of what McFadden had said sank in.
”f.u.c.k you, Charley!” he said, flaring, and he stood up so quickly that he b.u.mped against the table, knocking over the beer bottles. ”Jesus Christ, what a s.h.i.+tty thing to say!”
”If you didn't do it, then I'm sorry,” McFadden said after a moment.
”That's not good enough. f.u.c.k you!”
”You cut off his tire valves!” McFadden said. ”Tell me that wasn't a s.h.i.+tty thing to do.”
”The son of a b.i.t.c.h was sound asleep on a stakeout,” Martinez said. ”He deserved that.”
”No he didn't. A pal would have woke him up.”
”Rich Boy is not my pal,” Martinez said. ”He doesn't take me riding around in his Porsche like some people I know. All he's doing is playing cop.”
”He put down the Northwest rapist. That's playing cop?”
”You know, and I know, that he just stumbled on that sc.u.mbag,” Martinez said.
”He put him down! Jesus Christ, Hay-zus!”
”Okay, so he put him down,” Martinez admitted grudgingly. ”But it wouldn't surprise me at all to find he's stuffing s.h.i.+t up his nose.”
”You've got no right to say something like that!”
”You had no right to say what you did about me fingering him to Dolan.”
”I said I was sorry.''
”Yeah, you said you were sorry,” Martinez said. ”I'm going home. I've had enough of your bulls.h.i.+t for one night.”
”Oh, sit down and drink your beer.”
”f.u.c.k you.”
”Sit down, Hay-zus.”
”Or what?”
”Or I'll sit on you.”
Martinez glowered at him angrily for a moment and then smiled.
”You would, too, you f.u.c.king, overgrown Mick.”
”You bet your a.s.s I would,” McFadden said.
Matt woke up and opened his eyes and saw that Amanda was supporting her head on her hand and looking down at him.
”Hi,” she said, and bent her head and kissed him.
”Christ, and some people have alarm clocks!”
She laughed.
He looked up at the ceiling, where his bedside clock, a housewarming gift from his sister Amy, projected the time on the ceiling. It was a quarter past five.
”What were you thinking?” he asked.
”Wondering, actually.”
”Okay. What were you wondering?”
”Two things.”
”What two things?”
”Whether there is anything in your refrigerator besides a jar of olives.”
”No,” he said. ”I haven't been shopping in a week. And what else were you wondering?''
”Whether I'm pregnant,” Amanda said.
”Jesus! You're not on the pill?”
”I stopped taking the pill when I broke my engagement. And something like this wasn't supposed to be on the agenda.”
”I would be delighted to make an honest woman of you,” Matt said.
”Maybe I'll be lucky.”
”Not at all, my pleasure.”
”That's not what I meant.” She giggled and jerked one of the hairs curling around his nipple out.
”Ouch,” he said, and reached out for her and pulled her down to him so that she was lying with her face on his chest and her leg thrown over him.
”This is probably not a very smart thing for us to do,” she said.
”I disagree absolutely,” he said.
”What are the Brownes going to think?” she asked.