“Milton called. He said his wife is working late. We know when her office closes so we’ll do a stakeout.” Clay swore. He’d have to cancel with Jackie. He could send Mack on his own, but they usually did stakeouts together so one of them would stay alert. Mack looked at him, confused. “I thought you’d be happy to get this over with fast.” “I had a date,” he grumbled. “Tell her it’s an important case. She’ll understand.” He grinned. “Make it sound dangerous and she may even worry about you.” “This woman won’t.” Mack sat on the corner of his desk and sighed. “Ah, women.” He opened his notebook and glanced at the contents. “Unpredictable creatures. You know, last night—” “If I want to hear about a man’s sexual exploits, which on most occasions I don’t, I’ll pick up a magazine.” “Speaking of magazines, I submitted to Swank once. They turned me down. Perhaps I should try Cheaters Club.” He snapped his fingers and pointed at Clay. “Hey, maybe you could read the story for me, see where I went wrong.”
