I had had enough for one day and was looking forward to seeing Detective Hot Pants, as Max refers to him, even if there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to show him just how hot I thought he was.I was sitting on the edge of the desk in the lobby of Siena when I saw his car pull up. It was time for Bart Johannsen to kiss his lacrosse stick good-bye and come down to do his weekly duty at the desk. That lacrosse stick had seen more action in the past week than I had seen in the last month. I looked at my watch. Bart was now five minutes late.Before Crawford made it to the door, Mary Catherine Donnery came bouncing up and pushed the buzzer. Crawford was right behind her and she turned, giving him a dazzling smile. I pushed the buzzer and watched as he held the door for her.“Good evening,” I said, and nodded to Mary Catherine, who bypassed the desk and started up the staircase without signing in. Crawford watched her as she made it to the landing and then looked at me. “Halt!” I called out.She turned and gave me a look.
