Predatory Instinct: A Thriller

by Michael McBride

Banging. Louder. “Christ,” she croaked. Her throat was bone-dry. “I’m coming already.” She staggered into the hallway and crossed through the living room to the front door. The thin wooden slab shook with a solid blow from the other side. “This had better be really flipping important.” She opened the door and found herself a foot away from Porter, his fist raised to knock again. He stared at her face and her mussed hair, then his eyes traveled down her body. She glanced down and realized she was only wearing her bra and panties. “I’m thrilled to see you were expecting me,” he said with a wink, and brushed past her through the doorway. He had what could have been a dry-cleaning bag slung over his shoulder. It almost looked to her sleep-addled mind like he was wearing a cape. “Please. Come right in.” She glanced out upon the gray day and saw just the faintest hint of scarlet through the clouds to the west. “You mind if I grab some clothes or have you come to ravish me now that our partnership is officially over?” “Yeah,” he said. She raised an eyebrow at him. “I mean, yeah . . . I would mind if you got dressed. I have something special for you instead.” “You certainly know how to charm a girl. How about this? I go back to bed, write this whole thing off as a bad dream, and maybe we can try again some other day when I’ve actually caught up on a little sleep. Maybe start off with dinner and a movie and see where things go from there.” “I have a better idea.” “You already menti...

Wow what a nice read that was. Sturm and Porter do sound like Scully and Fox! Too bad is only one book they are in. I am going to enjoy it till the end!!!