“So Mister Waller turned up,” LAPD Detective Desdemona Valdez said. She removed her hand from her purse. She assumed the man downstairs in the car wasn’t merely the nuisance of stalking paparazzi.
“Yep,” Congresswoman Kang replied, calling from the bathroom, “I’m meeting both of them for early breakfast at the lovely IHOP.”
“Pancakes, yum,” Valdez cracked. “We might also have a somewhat more immediate situation, shall we say.”
“Well get your sweet ass in here so we can discuss it.” She turned on the spigots in the shower.
“Yes ma’am,” the plainclotheswoman said. She rose from sitting on the bed and disrobed, sauntering into the next room in her purple lace panties. Normally Valdez didn’t bother with fancy underwear, but what the hell, you had to impress your new squeeze.
Once under the spray together, her arms around her lover, Valdez asked, “You sure this surveillance geek found all the bugs?”
Kang kissed her and when their tongues parted, “I was assured of such.” She smiled crookedly.
“Pervert,” Valdez kidded. “You got a career to worry about, girl, you can’t be caught munchin’ the carpet like some hoochie on an amateur porn video. It’s one thing to preach about the US government being responsible for AIDS like Wright or that Hitler was a God-send to force the Jews to go the Promised Land.”
Kang hummed, soaping the other woman’s thigh. “That’s not exactly what Pastor Hagee said. Though I suppose that’s the spirit of his wack intent.”
“Don’t make me roll my eyes. You know what I mean.”
“Let me tell you something, my dear hawkshaw.”
Kang did a lone eyebrow raise. “You’ve never heard that term?”
“Hell no.” Valdez pulled her closer and nibbled on her shoulder as the water pulsed on their bodies.
“It’s an old term for a detective.” She stopped her pleasurable labor of cleansing the other woman. “You’ve never read Dashiell Hammett, W.R. Burnett… Dorothy Hughes?”
“Wambaugh. Read one or two of his books.” Her brow scrunched. “Another guy too, Bishop I think his name is.”
“He a cop turned writer like Wambaugh?”
“Well, I intend to broaden your horizons.”
“A girl can only hope.”
They laughed and showered, unable to keep their hands off each other, like teenagers after the prom.