Getting Rid of Bradley. Jennifer Crusie

not as fast as I used to be, either.” Zack dropped his voice. “When we play one on one? I’m slowing down. A lot.”

      “This is all in your mind. I haven’t noticed you getting any slower.”

      “That’s because you’re getting slower, too.”

      Anthony narrowed his eyes. “Do you mind if we keep this your depression? Personally, I am getting better, not older.”

      “You’re getting older. But you don’t care because you’ve always been the brains. Brains don’t age.”

      “Oh, fine. And that makes you what? The brawn?” Anthony leaned back and folded his arms. “I can take you anytime, turkey.”

      “No, I’m the instinct. Lightning-fast instinct.” Zack sent his eyes around the diner again before he turned back to Anthony. “But lately, I’m losing it. When we were chasing that guy on the fortieth floor yesterday? The one on the roof? For a minute, just for a minute, I thought, ‘This is nuts. I’m going to fall off a roof because somebody just boosted somebody else’s camcorder. It’s not worth it.’ And then today with Jerry? I kept looking at that damn desk, thinking, ‘That’s going to hurt when I have to go over it.’ I kept hoping he’d surrender so I wouldn’t have to go over that damn desk. I tell you, I’m losing it.”

      “Look, lightning, you are not getting slower, you are not losing your instincts, and you are not going to die. You are just growing up. And, may I add, not a moment too soon.”

      “I’m serious—”

      “So am I.” Anthony pointed his finger at Zack, and Zack shut up. “You have been going ninety miles an hour ever since I met you eighteen years ago. I used to watch you and think, ‘How does he do that?’ and marvel. Then I grew up, and now I watch you and think, ‘Why does he do that?’ You have nothing to prove to anybody, and you’re still acting like some hotshot TV cop.” Anthony leaned forward. “Not chasing the camcorder off the roof was good. It was a sign of maturity.”

      “Don’t say that word,” Zack said. “Maturity means death.”

      “It does not. What’s wrong with you?”

      Zack started drumming his fingers again. “I don’t know. Sometimes…You know, my brothers are all married. They’ve got wives, they’ve got kids, they’ve got big houses, they’ve got responsibilities.” He scowled at Anthony. “It’s like they’re living death.”

      “I’ve met your family. They’re happy. What are you talking about?”

      “Responsibility,” Zack said. “Maturity. The minute I stopped chasing that camcorder, death said hello.”

      Anthony started to laugh. “I don’t believe this. You’ve always been a flake, but this, this is new. You know what you need?”

      “Nothing. I need nothing. I’ll be fine.”

      “You need to settle down. Look, you used to live for this job, but it’s not enough anymore. That’s good. But you look at your brothers, and you want what they’ve got, and it scares you, so you become depressed instead. That’s bad. Face it. Maturity is not death. It’s just the next step in life. Most people encounter it sooner than you did, but you’ll do fine.” Anthony sipped his coffee. “You will have to change the kind of women you date, though.”

      “What’s wrong with the kind of women I date?”

      “They’re younger than your car, they carry knives, and they ride motorcycles naked on I-75.”

      “Well, they beat those plastic Yuppies you hang out with. What’s the latest one’s name? Cheryl? Please.” Zack rolled his eyes.

      “Cheryl has many fine qualities,” Anthony said without much enthusiasm.

      “Name one.”

      “She can read. Have you ever dated anyone literate?”

      “Look, I don’t want to date anybody right now.”

      “You’re not dating?” Anthony frowned at him. “There are no women in your life?”

      “I’m resting.” Zack leaned back in the booth and tapped his fingers on the cracked upholstery. “I’m concentrating on my career.”

      “Oh, good for you. So how long has it been since you…dated?”

      “New Year’s Eve.”

      Anthony shook his head. “That’s two months. That alone could make you depressed.”

      “I’m not that depressed.” Zack’s tapping picked up speed. “Could we get off this please?”

      “All right, you’re not ready for a wife. Start small. Get a dog.”

      “A dog? A dog?” Zack slapped the table. “A dog. That’s all I need is some dopey dog with big sad eyes telepathically telling me he never sees me and where have I been?”

      “Zack…”

      “Besides, I had a dog once. I got him when I was three.”

      “Zack…”

      “I went away to college and he died. Dogs are a responsibility. You can’t leave them.”

      “You went away to college.” Anthony cast an imploring look at the ceiling. “I don’t believe this. Zack, if you got him when you were three, he was fifteen by the time you went to college. That’s 105 in dog years. He died because he was old, not because you went to college.”

      Zack wasn’t listening. “You start taking responsibility for things, they worry you. I don’t need that. Worry slows you down. You start to second-guess everything. And then, pretty soon, the instincts go. That’s why I hang out with you. Nothing ever happens to you.”

      “Thank you,” Anthony said. “I think. All right, a dog is not a good idea, but maybe—”

      “Look, could we get back to work here? This conversation is really depressing me.”

      “Fine. But think about what I said.” Zack scowled at him and Anthony held up his hand. “All right, back to work. Now, which one of those two women over there does your sixth sense tell you is John Bradley, embezzler?” He studied them. “The hot brunette has a mean look to her, but I suppose the blonde’s a possible, too.”

      “You don’t think the blonde’s hot?” Zack shook his head. “You have no taste in women. The hair’s a little weird, but the face is good, and the body is excellent.”

      “How do you know? They’re sitting down.”

      “She went to the counter to get another fork. I may be getting older, but I’m not dead yet. The blonde would definitely be worth some time.” Zack squinted over at her. “You know, I think she’s been looking at me.”

      “Right.”

      “Hey. Women look at me. It happens.”

      “Well, at least you’re not depressed anymore.” Anthony checked his watch. “We’ve wasted an hour here for nothing. Would you like to arrest the blonde so you can pat her down, or shall we just leave?”

      “Fine. Make fun.” Zack shoved his coffee away and tossed some coins on the table as a tip. “But I’m telling you right now, there’s something here that would have helped us break this Bradley case. And now we’ll never know.”

      “I can live with that,” Anthony said.

      “That’s because you have no instincts,” Zack said.

      

      “OKAY,” TINA SAID AS Lucy finished her salad. “Let’s concentrate on the basics—getting your new life started.”

      “Let’s not,” Lucy said.

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