The Memory Agent & Fool Me Once Read Free

“Do you
really think Brent Langer is right for… ”
    “I swear the only reason you sleep with me is so we can talk shop
afterwards.” Whitmore teases as he lifts Claire’s silk shirt over her head.
    “You say the sweetest things.”   Claire purrs as she kisses Whitmore’s muscular chest.  
    “Thank god the
bureau has a no fraternization policy, being in a legit relationship with you
would be exasperating.”   Whitmore
whispers passionately in Claire’s ear, not really believing this to be true.  
    “Whit, even if
there wasn’t a no fraternization policy, you know my feelings about...”
    Whit stifles
Claire’s comment by covering her mouth with a kiss.   “Let’s not ruin the moment,” he suggests as he pulls her
body closer to his.   The kiss turns
torrid.   In a
frenzy they remove the remaining pieces of their clothing.  
    Whitmore
guides Claire down onto the rug.   She spreads her legs in anticipation , foreplay
is over .   He enters her with
a commanding thrust.   Claire,
arching her hips, meets Whitmore’s impassioned thrusts.   Their thrusts grow in intensity as
thoughts of work, Riker Reeves and their complicated relationship fade from
mind.  

 
    *****

 
    Riker’s jeep, followed by Duke on his motorcycle, pulls up and parks in
front of a cabin.   The place is
completely isolated, remote and surrounded by woods.   There’s not a neighbor for miles and miles.  
    The cabin is two stories, made of logs, with a wrap around deck.   This is a hunter's paradise.   Riker and Haley get out of the jeep and
head up the stairs to the deck.   Duke follows.   Duke stands
on the deck, looking up into the night sky at the millions of stars.
    “See what a little larceny can buy ya , baby
brother?”   Riker boasts.
    “He bought me.   This place
was part of the deal.”   Haley adds.
    “It's quiet.”   Duke says
with appreciation.
    “It won't be once Riker and I get in the bedroom.   I'm a screamer.”   Haley crows.
    “Damn straight she is.”   Riker concurs.
    Duke's attention is on the stars and not on Haley or his brother.
    Haley moves next to Duke, leaning up against him.   She grabs his bicep, impressed by what
she feels.   “The strong silent
type, huh?”
    Duke doesn't respond.   Haley
unbuttons her blouse, ready to take it off.   Riker could care less.   Duke won’t give her the satisfaction of even one glance.
    Losing interest Haley heads for the door.   “See ya inside, Riker.”   Haley and Riker lock eyes, sharing a
knowing look.   Haley enters the
cabin leaving Riker and Duke alone on the deck.   Duke turns his attention from the sky to his brother.
    “Is she coming with us?”   Duke wants to know.
    “Nope.   I got what I needed
out of her.   Once I get my hands on
one last stash, it's you and me, baby brother.”
    Duke looks relieved.   “Good.”
    Riker puts his arm around Duke and says what he knows his brother wants
to hear.   “It's been too friggin ' long since I've seen ya .   After the score, it's gonna be just brother time. I
promise you that.”

 
    *****

 
    Brent Langer, in his late twenties, with mid-western American farm boy
charm, wearing a security uniform, nervously waits alone in an FBI conference
room.
    Brent removes a hand-written note from his pocket and reads it.   Whatever it says, the words seem to
have a calming effect on him.   As
he reads the note, Claire enters.
    Brent fumbles the note as if he were just caught with his hand in the
cookie jar.   “Umm, I was just
reading a note.” He mutters.
    “Not any state secrets I hope.”   Claire muses.
    Brent misses the jest.   “Oh
no, of course not, it's a note from my wife.   Wishing me well today and reminding me of our anniversary.”
    “How long have you been married?”
    “According to this note, one year, five months and fourteen days.”
    This answer surprises Claire so Brent elaborates.   “It's a quirky thing, but she likes to
pick random days