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start a trail of evidence that might lead back to him.
    Linus was an asshole, but he had spent his life investigating things, and Mickey had no intention of letting himself become a suspect. The gun would have to go. Shit. What a waste.
    Mickey spent a little time stirring the ashes in the grill and squirted starter fluid over them to do the whole thing again just to be sure. While it burned, he went to get Sandy’s black bikini and rolled it up in a towel, in case she wanted to take a quick swim. Then he got the Harley out and took a ride into the country to bury Davidson’s pistol where it wasn’t ever going to be found.
    Just after twelve o’clock, Sandy pulled into the Bob Graham beach parking lot and got out of the Volkswagen. Mickey had sandwiches and a bottle of water in the saddle bags and got them out as she locked the Beetle. She had on a white nylon uniform dress, and the cut of stocking tops around her thighs was visible through the fabric, even with the slip. Very pretty.
    “I told you,” she said. “Nobody wears stockings, Mickey.”
    “Don’t make such a big deal about it,” he said. “You look fine. Sexy, too.”
    She gave him an uncertain little grin. “I got the flowers,” she said. “It was sweet of you, honey, but we can’t afford that kind of thing.”
    He shrugged it off, and said, “I hope you liked them.”
    “Of course, I did, Mickey, but...”
    “Let it ride, Sandy.”
    They went past the rest rooms and out onto the narrow board walk. Half a dozen people were on the beach, and Mickey went around to the tables and picked one with shade. It was the warm side of almost cool enough to get out of the weather, and the ocean smelled of rain and drying seaweed.
    “How’s life in the big city?” He meant work.
    Sandy shrugged, chewing a bite of sandwich and looking out at the glittering ocean. “I had to work up two castings this morning,” she said. “I don’t know what happened to Mr. Davidson, but he didn’t come.”
    Mr. Davidson, my ass, Mickey thought. And yeah, Mr. Davidson did come this morning, or cum at least. But he wasn’t going to be doing it again anytime soon.
    Linus Davidson’s part-time retirement work was making plaster casts of people’s teeth from the impressions Dr. Benson took. Their orthodontic appliances would be designed around the cast, and then put on the real teeth. They weren’t plaster anymore, but the idea was the same as it had always been. It was a job that Sandy had done for two years in the office before things got so busy the doctor decided on an outside vendor. She was better at it than Davidson.
    “You ought to do those things for a living,” he said. “You’ve got a flair for it. Dr. Barker always said so.”
    “Linus has the market pretty well sewn up,” she said.
    “Raise your hemline. You’ll blow him out of the water.”
    “Mini-skirts don’t cut much ice in the lab,” she said dryly. She glanced at him but looked away quickly. She said, “What’s up with you, Mickey?”
    He took a drink from the water bottle and passed it over to her, watching the movement in her throat when she swallowed. “What do you mean?” he asked.
    “I don’t know. Last night. This morning. You’ve been acting...”
    Mickey chuckled.
    “You mean the sex?”
    “And the, um...” She motioned to her lap, meaning the stockings. “Well, you know. It’s been a long time since you asked me to wear...”
    “Maybe that’s part of the problem with us,” he said, like he’d just thought of it. “Is it a problem, me asking you to...?” He shrugged. “You know, asking you to do something new for a change?”
    “I don’t know,” she said. “Is it?”
    “Are you wearing that g-string?”
    “Yes,” she said, and blushed for some reason.
    Mickey enjoyed looking at Sandy. She was tall, only two inches shorter than his six feet, and she had a sort of grace to her, an unconscious elegance. She moved well, and there was that leggy stride with the