James Patterson - Judge & Jury

"That seems totally unfair. What are you going to do now?"

I looked up at her. Her molten eyes. The sweater, contracting and expanding with her breaths."I don't really know, Andie."

"You know what?" She came over and stood in front of me. She cupped my face in her hands."You are too emotional, Pellisante. You are too close."

She brushed a kiss against my cheek. Then my eyes, my lips. I pulled her in to me. Her mouth was soft and warm, and tasted delicious. This time she kissed me hard. My hand traveled under her sweater. Over her bra. Every nerve in my body was excited, on edge. The hairs on my neck were standing. Andie had very soft skin, very nice breasts.

She kissed me again, unbuttoning my shirt, popping a button. She ran her tongue across my shoulders and chest, licking along the edge of my wound. Then she yanked her sweater over her head. Was this a good idea? Did it matter? Not anymore it didn't.

I pulled her to the couch, undoing her pants. She grappled with my trousers, kissing me again, her thick hair falling all over my face.

"I think we need each other, Nick," she whispered, touching her lips to my cheek."Whatever the reasons, it's just the way it is."

I slid out of my pants and back onto the couch, and I pulled her soft body onto mine. I was finally inside her, and it felt right. We started to move against each other, into each other, whatever.

"I'm not arguing. I'm glad you came."

"Not yet… but very soon."

THE FIRST TIME, we made love like two starved people who couldn't get enough of each other, who hadn't been with anyone for a long time. Which happened to be the truth. It was sweaty and frantic, and at that slapping, breakneck pace, we couldn't hold back, and didn't. I think we both came at about the same time, locking hands, locking on each other's eyes, maybe already falling in love.

"Oh, Jeez." Andie collapsed into me, her hair damp with perspiration, her body drenched and spent."That was long overdue, wasn't it?"

"Yeah," I said exhaling, agreeing, rolling onto my back."Overdue."

The second time it was a lot more tender. We moved into the bedroom, with a bottle of Italian Prosecco on the night table, Tori Amos on the CD player. This time it was slow and much more romantic, at least my idea of romance. It was like slow dancing. We found this nearly perfect rhythm. Both of our bodies were slick with sweat. I loved it.

The third time, we went back at it like numero uno. Couldn't control ourselves. The hottest yet. Probably the best. I guess it was something we were dying to do for a long time.

The fourth…

All right, there was no fourth. We were too empty, too spent. We just lay there, coiled together in each other's arms. Andie's heart was racing against my chest. I loved that too.

"Don't get the wrong impression," she whispered."I'm not that easy. I usually don't give it up until the second trial."

"Me either," I said, breathing heavily."Unless we're unable to reach a conviction."

We stayed like that for a while, entwined and exhausted. It took all my remaining strength just to caress the curls of her hair with one finger.

"I meant what I said before, Nick," she whispered."I know how much you want Cavello. And I know how much it hurts after what happened the other day. I know what it feels like having the thing you want most in the world taken from you."

"I know you do," I said, squeezing her tight.

"What I'm trying to say is, I want whatever happens between us to be in spite of that, Nick. Okay?"

"Andie, I'm not going back to some bullshit job at the Bureau policing corporate tax returns. I can't. I'm gonna get Cavello. With their help or without. For you, for me… it doesn't matter. I can't be right until it's done, until it's over."

"And me?" She shrugged."Am I wrapped up in that, too?"

"You?" I leaned on my elbow and smiled."I think we're sort of wrapped up in each other right now."

"I'm serious," she said."What happens now?"

" Now? " I didn't have an answer. I was a little scared by this incredible magnetism between us. In fact, I felt myself come alive again. All of a sudden we were at it again-my hands massaging her, Andie making ever-descending circles with her nails just above my crotch.

" Now "-I rolled on top of her again-“I guess we go for four."

ANDIE AND I MADE LOVE a lot over the next couple of days. Four turned into seven, seven into ten, but neither of us was really counting, nothing as rational as that. A couple of times we even got dressed and went out in the neighborhood for a meal or some coffee. But all it took was a look. That look. And we'd rush back.

Maybe both of us just needed the thrill of feeling excited again. After our long, inward thaw, I couldn't take my hands off Andie. I couldn't wait to feel her body next to me, merged with me. I didn't want to be separated from her. Cavello could wait for a while, just this once. It was like the tap was wide open and the water kept pouring out. We both needed it. But the reprieve didn't last very long.

I hadn't checked my messages for days. When a call came in, we'd listen to the voice on the machine and pretend it was a million miles away.

Until this one call. The caller's voice froze me with surprise.

"Hey, Pellisante." The smirking Jersey accent was about the last one I expected to hear.

I spun over to the side of the bed and fumbled for the phone." Frankie? "

"Nicky Smiles." Frank Delsavio acted as if he were talking to a long-lost friend."You know that postcard I was talking about, from that mutual friend of ours?"

"I know who you're talking about, Frank."

"Well, wouldn't ya know, I got one after all. How 'bout that?"

I stood up."Where is he, Frank?" It was more of a demand than a question.

"Where is he?" Delsavio chuckled, clearly finding amusement in twisting me on a string."He's at the end of the earth, Nicky-boy! He told me to tell you that." The scumbag started laughing."That's what he said to say, ‘the end of the fucking earth, Nicky Smiles.' "

Maybe he knew. Maybe he knew I was out of the game-that I couldn't touch him, whatever he said or did. I clenched my fists and felt the blood surging through my veins.

"I told him you needed to know and it was urgent," Frank Delsavio said, still chuckling."He told me to send you his regards. He said to make sure I said that-those exact words. End of the earth. ‘Come and get me, Nicky Smiles.' "

YOU NEVER QUITE KNOW when the breakthrough comes, that one, case-altering clue. Usually it's not an ahha! Just someone talking to someone else, rolling over to escape prison time. Sometimes it's one of those moments, though. A blur in a sky full of shining stars that all at once takes shape and becomes stunningly clear.

For me, that moment came while watching the courthouse tape. Those forty-seven seconds I'd been over so many times.

A buddy in C-10 kept me going with updates on the case for old times' sake. A female court employee named Monica Ann Romano had been found murdered the day after Cavello's escape, and they were looking into it. Her mother said she'd been seeing someone. She'd never met him-nor had Monica Ann's friends at work-but she knew he had an accent of some kind. The cops were thinking she may have been blackmailed into planting a gun inside the courthouse.

The getaway Bronco had been ripped apart for prints and DNA. The house where Denunziatta's sister had been killed turned up nothing. The neighborhood around Paterson, New Jersey, was being canvassed. Every toll camera on I-95 and the Jersey Turnpike was being reviewed.