By Ellis Peters
Whilst the tomb of Jan Treverra is opened to bare lately lifeless our bodies, neither of that is Treverra's, Detective Inspector George Felse, on vacation close by, steps in to enquire the murders. Reprint.
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He lifted her blouse in the dark. Paloma had small breasts and when Kelly put his mouth on them he felt the little steel barbells in her nipples on his tongue. She had other piercings elsewhere — in her tongue and at her navel. The stitched wool of a green scapular around her neck fell against him when they kissed. Kelly was sore, but Paloma was careful. She did the work, put him inside her and set the pace. Kelly loved the sound of her breath in his ear when it quickened, and her hair in his face.
Three more times he pushed himself to run until he felt his pulse beating in his gums and everything hurt too much to continue. He finally came to rest on a low bridge crossing a broad concrete flood ditch. Sitting on a cement buttress, he let the wind from passing trucks whip him. The sun was free of the horizon now and the night chill evaporated. If there was a constant in Juárez, it was trucks: going to the maquiladoras or coming back from the maquiladoras. When the streets jammed up with American cars trying to escape north from their holiday destination, the trucks were always with them, spewing black diesel smoke as they idled, sweaty drivers behind the wheel, lungs turning to asphalt with every breath.
Yeah, fuck me,” Kelly said. SEVEN HE WOKE BEFORE THE SUN CAME up and lay on his bed in the dark thinking about everything and nothing. Usually when he stirred out of sleep this early he’d bumble around with the lights off, and smoke a cigarette (or something stronger) until the day really started. This time when he rose, he brushed his teeth and washed his face. He looked at himself in the mirror. “Frankenstein,” he said out loud. Kelly put on some sweats and went outside. Mexico is hot and the border is no exception, but Ciudad Juárez is a city in the desert and deserts grow very cold at night no matter what the season.
A Nice Derangement of Epitaphs (Felse, Book 4) by Ellis Peters