End Game (Will Robie #5)(89)

He well knew that there was a steely resolve in the woman that even Robie could not match. If she had truly made up her mind, then that was that, whether she loved him or not.

So why am I still screwing around? Forget it. Forget her. I need to move on.

And Robie was going to start that journey right now.

He went downstairs and then outside. He glanced down the street.

Malloy’s police cruiser wasn’t there. She had probably gone to her house, wherever that was.

He pulled out his phone and called her. She answered on the second ring.

“You want some company?” he asked.

She gave him her address. It was about twenty minutes outside of town, tucked away off some little back road.

That’s all there seemed to be out here, he thought.

Back roads.

To nowhere.

Houses tucked away.

In nowhere.

The rain had slackened to a steady drizzle. He had just about reached his truck when Patti Bender appeared out of the darkness. She was dressed in the same odd assortment of work clothes she was wearing when they first met her. And a pistol was in a holster on her hip.

“What are you doing out this late?” he said, stopping with his hand on the truck door.

“I’m too old for curfews, Will,” she said with a smile. “You look troubled.”

“Story of my life, I guess.”

“Any word on Mr. Walton?”

“Nothing. But we have some leads.”

“Well, that’s better than nothing.”

“We went back to the cabin where Walton was staying. Malloy thought she recognized a boot print there. She’s going to follow it up.”

“She’s a good cop, and that’s not an easy thing to be out here.”

“How about your brother? Is he a good cop?”

“I was surprised, to tell the truth, when he put on the badge. He was a hellion as a teenager. More likely to be arrested than arrest somebody else.”

“Maybe he just grew up,” said Robie.

She looked at him strangely. “Do boys ever really grow up, Will?”

“I’m not sure I can answer that.”

“Where are you off to now, more investigating?”

He looked down. “No, just getting some fresh air.”

“Well, we have an abundance of that here. Your partner not going with you?”

“No . . . she’s tired.”

“Aren’t we all? Well, I won’t keep you.”

He watched her walk off and then climbed into the truck.

He got there in fifteen minutes, driving at a rate of speed that was above reckless on such an inclement night.

Maybe a part of him was hoping he wouldn’t reach the place at all. Too fast around a curve, an animal jumps out of the darkness directly in his path, then it would be over.

He would be over.

He pulled into the driveway of a neat story-and-a-half bungalow painted blue.

The skies opened up again and the rain poured down.

Malloy’s police cruiser was under a carport. A potted plant was on the front stoop, the flowers drooping under the barrage of rain.

She was waiting at the front door with a drink in hand. He took it.

And then up the stairs the pair went, undressing each other along the way.

By the time they got to the bedroom, they were both naked.

They hit the mattress hard and Robie used up every last bit of energy he had pleasing her, pleasing someone, letting her rising moans and groans and the prodding of her fingers against his body guide where she wanted him to go.

He increased his intensity of motion to the point where the bed was in peril of collapsing under them. Seeming to sense this, Malloy locked her legs around his torso. Right on cue, he lifted her off the bed and pushed her against the wall.

In his mind Robie sought to drive the both of them right through the drywall and out into the storm, to just let the rain engulf them. Wash everything he was feeling away. Gone.

For good. Never to return.

Climaxing simultaneously, she screamed and ripped at his hair and he cried out as though in pain, though he was feeling the exact opposite.

Totally spent, he carried her back to the bed and collapsed on top of her. Still gasping, she gently stroked the back of his head. Though the room was as cool as the outside, they were both drenched in sweat with their commingled efforts.

He could feel the smacks of her heart against his heaving chest and she could no doubt feel his as well.

Robie felt like he had just run a marathon, every nerve and muscle twitching.

He also somehow sensed that he had not yet finished the race. That he would never reach the finish line.

Robie finally rolled off her and put an arm over his eyes, blocking everything out.

“My God,” she whispered breathlessly into his ear. She slipped her leg on top of his stomach and lay curled tight to him. “My God,” she said again. “That was intense, Will.”

He nodded his head, trying to silently tell her that it was the same for him.

Though he had just finished having sex with a very lovely woman, the only image in Robie’s head right now was of another woman.

A woman who had this night, for the first time in her life, told Robie that she loved him. And then in the next breath, she had destroyed that astonishing admission before he even had a chance to react.