his standing with conservative voters in the state.
“And for the second time, New Jersey voters will decide on a bond for special development improvements. Supporters of the bond claim that the monies would be used to promote smart growth and improve quality of life. The goal is to rebuild cities with an emphasis on residential construction and therefore increase the tax base. The first three target areas would be Newark, Trenton, and Camden. Opponents of the bond proposals claim that there is no way to ensure the money would be used appropriately and that approving the bond would lead to an increase in taxes. The bond failed to pass in the last election when seventy-seven percent of the voters said nay.
“In other news, a twenty-six-year-old unidentified man from Jackson, New Jersey, choked to death on a sequined pastie while getting a lap dance at a local strip club last night. The exotic dancer, identified only as ‘Ginger,’ had this to say to our Action 10 in New Jersey News crew: ‘He was sucking on my…um…titties…oops (giggle snort), I mean, bosoms when he orally removed the three-inch plastic pastie. He started chewing it while he was laughing. It was all in good fun. I didn’t think he was going to actually try to swallow it, ya know what I mean? Those things aren’t edible. He was really drunk. I’m a little hungover myself, ya know what I mean?’” (giggle snort)
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Slick and Laura went over the plan one more time. Laura was tired and apprehensive, and she fumbled her part.
“Damn it,” she said. “Just call me butterfingers.”
Laura didn’t curse often, but when she did, Slick knew she had reached her limit.
Laura was still skeptical about this new assignment. She stood up and walked around the room, deep in thought. She stopped at the window and looked out.
Garbo, who was practicing with them, grabbed hold of Laura’s pant leg and wouldn’t let go. Laura laughed in spite of herself. She stroked the dog’s head. Garbo immediately let go of her pant leg, wiggled her hind quarters, and rolled over on her back to get more.
Laura shook her head in exasperation
“What’s wrong?” Slick asked.
“Garbo is better at this than I am. I’m not sure I’m ready.”
“Of course you are.”
“Did you see me drop the package?”
“So you made a mistake.”
“I dropped it before, too,” Laura reminded her.
“That’s why we practice,” Slick said encouragingly.
Laura looked doubtful. “I can’t afford to make a mistake. You’re depending on me.”
“We’ll do it again. You’ll get it right next time.”
Laura, irritated with herself, kicked the package she had been practicing with. “Damn it! I haven’t gotten it right yet! Why do you keep saying I can do this?”
Slick came up behind her and encircled Laura in her arms. Laura’s head was a nice fit beneath her chin.
“Because you can, that’s why. You know the drill.”
Laura relaxed and pulled Slick’s arms tighter around her.
“I know it, but I’m worried I’ll screw it up,” she said softly. “This is a big deal with big consequences.”
“You’re just a little nervous.”
“Nervous! I’m scared stiff. I’ve got goose bumps the size of tomatoes.”
“You can do this, Laura.”
Laura sighed and tilted her head to look at Slick. “Why can’t you have a regular nine-to-five job?”
Slick laughed and pulled her closer. “Why did you leave your regular nine-to-five job to join me in this?” she asked.
Slick nuzzled and kissed her head, savoring the smell of the shampoo on Laura’s long blond hair, which tickled Slick’s nose.
Laura smiled. She sure hadn’t started out doing this line of work.
She looked out the window of the home her father had built. A sixty-two-room mansion on 30,000 acres in the sprawling Ramapo Mountains in New Jersey.
Laura’s father, Owen Charles, had left her independently wealthy. He had made a fortune in the 1950s in New Jersey’s clamming industry. Laura was his only child, and even though Owen could be a ruthless businessman and a philandering husband, he had worshipped Laura.
She grew up in this house, surrounded by all the things money could buy, and she inherited everything. She knew at an early age that she was gay, so she never married, never had children. She ran the business well and made some significant improvements. No one could accuse her of simply living on her father’s famous name.
She had been comfortable running the business she inherited and living the life of a wealthy socialite when she met and fell in love with Slick, a black female cop from Newark. The fact that they met, fell in love, and stayed there was a miracle.
Slick moved in, and after years of spirited and often loud debate, Laura finally convinced her to quit the police force and work at the clam company. This happened when a fellow officer took a bullet in the shoulder from a crack-crazed kid. That was the last straw for Laura. Slick eventually agreed, but she never lost her desire for police work.
A few years earlier, when Laura’s longtime butler, Judson, asked her for help in a murder case that involved his niece, Slick jumped at the chance to get back into detective work, and Laura joined her. They solved the case, and Laura never went back to work at the clam company.
“Okay,” Laura admitted, “I like working cases. I’ve enjoyed every minute of it until now. This one is different. This guy is dangerous. Very dangerous.”
“Dangerous, yes, but not unpredictable. He’s developed a pattern. He’s acted in a very specific and methodical way. And that is how we’re going to catch him.”
“What if he suspects something? He won’t show if he thinks it’s a trap.”
“Then we can always catch him another time. He’s good at what he does, Laura. He won’t quit. This won’t be the end for him if we don’t stop him now.”
Laura was thoughtful. “Is it wrong of me to wish he doesn’t show up?”
Slick laughed. “No, but I’d like to help get him. Wouldn’t you?”
“I suppose, but…”
“Look, there’ll be protection everywhere on the street, and we’ll be in constant communication with them.”
“Accidents still happen. If anything happened to you…”
“I’ll be fine,” Slick assured her.
“You better. We’re going on vacation when this thing is over. We’ve
