her and checked his watch. Almost seven. He had slept nine hours. The finest sleep of his life. The best bed. He had slept in a lot of beds. Hundreds, maybe even thousands. This was the best of all of them. Jodie was asleep beside him. She was on her front and had thrown the sheet off during the night. Her back was bare, all the way down to her waist. He could see the swell of her breast under her. Her hair spilled over her shoulders. One knee was pulled up, resting on his thigh. Her head was bent forward on the pillow, curving in, following the direction of her knee. It gave her a compact, athletic look. He kissed her neck. She stirred.
‘Morning, Jodie,’ he said.
She opened her eyes. Then she closed them, and opened them again. She smiled. A warm, morning smile.
‘I was afraid I’d dreamed it,’ she said. ‘I used to, once.’
He kissed her again. Tenderly, on the cheek. Then less tenderly, on the mouth. Her arms came around behind him and he rolled over with her. They made love again, the fourth time in fifteen years. Then they showered together, the first time ever. Then breakfast. They ate like they were starving.
‘I need to go to the Bronx,’ he said.
She nodded. ‘This Rutter guy? I’ll drive. I know roughly where it is.’
‘What about work? I thought you had to go in.’
She looked at him, mystified.
‘You told me you had hours to bill,’ he said. ‘You sounded real busy.’
She smiled, shyly. ‘I made that up. I’m well ahead, really. They said I should take the whole week off. I
just didn’t want to be hanging around with you, feeling what I was feeling. That’s why I just ran off to bed, the first night. I should have shown you the guest room, you know, like a proper little hostess. But I didn’t want to be alone in a bedroom with you. It would have driven me crazy. So near, but so far, you know what I mean?’
He nodded. ‘So what did you do in the office all day?’
She giggled. ‘Nothing. Just sat there all day, doing nothing.’
‘You’re nuts,’ he said. ‘Why didn’t you just tell me?’
‘Why didn’t you just tell me?’
‘I did tell you.’
‘Eventually,’ she said. ‘After fifteen years.’
He nodded. ‘I know, but I was worried about it. I thought you’d be hurt or something. I thought it would be the last thing you wanted to hear.’
‘Same here,’ she said. ‘I thought you’d hate me for ever.’
They looked at each other and they smiled. Then they grinned. Then they laughed, and kept on laughing for five solid minutes.
‘I’m going to get dressed,’ she said, still laughing. He followed her through to the bedroom and found his clothes on the floor. She was halfway into her closet, selecting something clean. He watched her, and started wondering if Leon’s house had closets. No, if his house had them. Of course it did. All houses had closets, right? So did that mean he’d have to start assembling stuff to fill them all with?
She chose jeans and a shirt, dressed up with a leather belt and expensive shoes. He took his new jacket out to the hallway and loaded it with the Steyr from the
sports bag. He poured twenty loose refills into the opposite pocket. All the metal made the jacket feel heavy. She came out to join him with the leather-bound folder. She was checking Rutter’s address.
‘Ready?’ she asked.
‘As I’ll ever be,’ he said.
He made her wait at every stage while he checked ahead. The exact same procedures he had used the day before. Her safety had felt important then. Now it felt vital. But everything was clean and quiet. Empty hallway, empty elevator, empty lobby, empty garage. They got in the Taurus together and she drove it around the block and headed back north and east.
‘East River Drive to 1-95 OK with you?’ she asked. ‘Going east, it’s the Cross Bronx Expressway.’
He shrugged and tried to recall the Hertz map. “Then take the Bronx River Parkway north. We need to go to the zoo.’