Attack of the Insect Men from Outer Space.Vanessa had picked up the space-age–looking gear from the trunk of her car when they’d stopped at her parking garage on the Lower West Side. She’d convinced him to pretend to be part of a bomb squad while she flashed her badge at the desk clerk to gain them entry into his apartment without any witnesses.Now, she joined him in the elevator and pushed the button for the seventh floor. His floor.“You’re freaking brilliant.” The doors closed, but he didn’t remove his mask yet in case the building kept security cameras in the elevators. “You sure your department won’t boot you out for saying there was a bomb threat in the building?”As the car chimed its arrival on seven, the doors swept open onto an empty hallway where he led her to his apartment.“If the desk clerk is taking money from the mob to keep an eye out for you, I refuse to care how we gained safe passage in here.” She whipped off her mask once he opened the door and ushered her inside the space he hadn’t laid eyes on in six months.
