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.""Yeah, but there also comes a time when you have to do what’s right.""What's right is to follow the rules.""Not with something like this.New York City is still terrorist target numero uno.God knows who Bullard might sell his services to.Once this technology gets on the black market, we have no idea where it'll end up."Hayward sighed."Look.I'm a detective captain in New York City Homicide.The United States has hundreds of thousands of talented people-spooks, scientists, diplomats-employed to handle people like Bullard.""Yeah.But right now, you're on the spot.The file hints that something big is going down.Listen, Laura, nothing could be simpler than this wiretap.Bullard's in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.We've got his satellite phone number, we've got a pen register of the numbers he's calling.It's all in the file.""You can't tap a sat phone.""I know.We'd get the taps on the land-based numbers of his cronies, monitor the conversations from their end.""That won't help us if he calls a nonrecorded number.""It's better than nothing."Hayward took a few more turns around the room, then stopped in front of him."This is not our problem.The answer's no."D'Agosta tried to smile, found he couldn't.That was it, then.You didn't become the youngest female detective captain in New York City history by breaking the rules, being a maverick.He should have known the answer even before he asked the question.He glanced up to find Hayward looking at him intently."I don't like the expression on your face, Vincent."He shrugged."I gotta go.""I know what you're thinking.""Then I don't need to tell you."Her face was coloring with anger."You think I'm a careerist, don't you?""You said it, not me."She stepped around the desk toward him."You're a son of a bitch, you know that? I had to take a lot of shit as a T.A.cop, a lot of harassment from guys who thought I was working too hard.I'm not going to take that shit anymore.When a man's ambitious, it's called drive.When a woman's ambitious, it's careerism and she's a bitch."Now D'Agosta felt himself flaring as well.Women were always broadening an argument into some kind of male-female thing."That's just a smoke screen.Look, you can either do the right thing, or you can do the safe thing.And you're obviously on the side of safe.Fine.I won't stand in your way of becoming Commissioner Hayward." D'Agosta rose, picked up the bundle of papers he had put on the floor, put them back on the chair.Then he retrieved the classified folder from the desktop.When he turned, he found she was blocking the door.He stood calmly, waiting for her to step aside.She didn't move.He remained standing."I'm leaving now." He took a step forward but she still didn't move.She was so close to him he could feel her warmth, smell the fragrance of shampoo in her hair."That was a shitty thing to say." Her face remained flushed.He tried to go around her, but she shifted and he almost ran up against her."Listen," she said."I love this country as much as anyone.I also know I've done a lot of good work in this department, solved a lot of cases, put a lot of bad people behind bars.I'm effective because I play by the rules.So don't lay that bullshit on me."D'Agosta said nothing.He stood where he was, mere inches from her, breathing hard, breathing in her anger, her perfume, the smell of her.He was conscious of her blue eyes, her ivory skin.He took a step toward her and their bodies touched.It was like a sudden electrical contact.They stood that way a moment, both breathing hard, their anger morphing into something else.He leaned forward and their lips met and he could feel her breasts pressing against him as they slowly kissed.Her hand touched the back of his neck and she moved closer still, bringing their bodies into full contact, and then almost without knowing what he was doing he reached around with both arms, molded his hands to her form, and pulled her in hard against him.He could barely stand the rush of arousal that had engulfed him and he fought for breath as his lips slid lightly to her chin, kissing her, then down her neck, then over her shoulder.She shifted in his grasp, sighing; he could feel her hot breath move across his cheek as she took his earlobe between her teeth, first gently, then more sharply.She pulled him back toward her desk, leaned back, and he followed her down, keeping her hips locked against his.Now his hands fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, then the catch of her bra, and as he saw her breasts swing free he felt himself grow even harder.Her hands dropped from his shoulders, tracing lines down his torso, his stomach, then to the waistband of his pants, unbuckling his belt and loosening his zipper and slowly easing him free.Now the hand began to stroke him, slowly, and he gasped involuntarily as he reached for the hem of her skirt, slid his hand beneath it, and teased her panties free.She staggered a little as he entered her, thrusting her hips forward while arching her back, bringing him deep inside her.For a moment they remained like that, eyes locked.Hayward's lips parted; then her head sank backward, exposing her neck, and she let out a groan of desire.He wrapped his arms around her thighs and began sliding into her, again and again and again, gently, deliberately, the papers spilling to the floor.And then, in a sudden flood of pleasure, it was over
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