Convincing Alex Read Online Free

soap, you know? Tapes it every day when she’s in school.”
    â€œTerrific.” Alex had been doing his best to forget his little encounter with the soap queen, but his partner wasn’t cooperating.
    â€œHolly figures it was just like meeting a celebrity.”
    â€œYou don’t find many celebrities turning tricks.”
    â€œCome on, Alex.” Judd washed down the Danish with heavily sugared coffee. “She wasn’t, really. You said so yourself, or the charges wouldn’t have been dropped.”
    â€œShe was stupid,” Alex said between his teeth. “Carrying a damn water pistol in that suitcase of hers. I guess she figured if a john got rough, she’d blat him between the eyes and that would be that.”
    Judd started to comment on how it might feel to get a blat of ammonia in the eyes, but didn’t think his partner wanted to hear it. “Well, Holly was impressed, and we got some fresh juice out of Rosalie, so we didn’t waste our time.”
    â€œMalloy, you’d better get used to wasting time. Stanislaski’s rule number four.” Alex spotted the building he was looking for anddouble-parked. He was already out of the car and across the sidewalk before Judd found the NYPD sign and stuck it in the window. “We sure as hell could be wasting it here with this Domingo.”
    â€œRosalie said—”
    â€œRosalie said what we wanted to hear so we’d spring her,” Alex told him. His cop’s eyes were already studying the building, noting windows, fire escapes, roof. “Maybe she gave us the straight shot on Domingo, and maybe she pulled it out of a hat. We’ll see.”
    The place was in good repair. No graffiti, no broken glass or debris. Lower-middle-income, Alex surmised. Established families, mostly blue-collar. He pulled open the heavy entrance door, then scanned the names above the line of mailboxes.
    â€œJ. Domingo. 212.” Alex pushed the buzzer for 110, waited, then hit 305. The answering buzz released the inner door. “People are so careless,” he commented. He could feel Judd’s nerves shimmering as they climbed the stairs, but he could tell he was holding it together. He’d damn well better hold it together, Alex thought as he gestured Judd into position, then knocked on the door of 212. He knocked a second time before he heard the cursing answer.
    When the door opened a crack, Alex braced his body against it to keep it that way. “How’s it going, Jesús?”
    â€œWhat the hell do you want?”
    He fit Rosalie’s description, Alex noted. Right down to the natty Clark Gable moustache and the gold incisor. “Conversation, Jesús. Just a little conversation.”
    â€œI don’t talk to nobody at this hour.”
    When he tried to shove the door to, Alex merely leaned on it and flipped open his badge. “You don’t want to be rude, do you? Why don’t you ask us in?”
    Swearing in Spanish, Jesús Domingo cracked the door a little wider. “You got a warrant?”
    â€œI can get one, if you want more than conversation. I can take you down for questioning, get the paperwork and do the job before your shyster lawyer can tap-dance you out. Want a team of badges in here, Jesús?”
    â€œI haven’t done nothing.” He stepped back from the door, a small man with wiry muscles who was wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts.
    â€œNobody said you did. Did I say he did, Malloy?”
    Enjoying himself, Judd stepped in behind Alex. “Nope.”
    The building might be lower-middle-class, but Domingo’s apartment was a small high-tech palace. State-of-the-art stereo equipment, Alex noted. A big-screen TV with some very classy video toys. The wall of tapes ran mostly to the X-rated.
    â€œNice place,” Alex commented. “You sure know how to make your unemployment check stretch.”
    â€œI got a good head for figures.”