Blood on the Street (A Smith and Wetzon Mystery, #4)

her coat, she let it drop to the floor. Both men followed her and stood in the doorway watching. She tore off her shoes and, in her teddy, crawled into bed and pulled the covers up and closed her eyes.
    The men stood there for a moment, then she heard them move into the living room.
    “Who the fuck are you?” Silvestri barked.
    “Alton Pinkus. Who are you?”
    “I know who you are, for chrissakes. I mean, who are you to her?”
    “I’ll ask you the same question.”
    The door closed.
    She lay in the bed. The sheets were cool and sensual. She could hear their voices rumbling. It was awful. Two men were fighting over her. That had never happened to her before.
    Several seconds passed. No, she thought. No, it wasn’t awful. Not at all. She smiled and pulled the covers up around her ears. She could live with it. She fingered the silk of the teddy, nestling down.
    In fact, it was absolutely delicious.
    BY THE SAME AUTHOR
    The Smith and Wetzon Mysteries
    The Big Killing
    Tender Death
    The Deadliest Option
    Murder: The Musical
    Blood on the Street
    These Bones Were Made for Dancin'
    The Groaning Board
    Hedging
    The Olivia Brown Mysteries
    Free Love
    Murder Me Now
     
    Repentances
     
    and writing with Martin Meyers as Maan Meyers
    The Dutchman
    The Kingsbridge Plot
    The High Constable
    The Dutchman's Dilemma
    The House on Mulberry Street
    The Lucifer Contract
    The Organ Grinder