I CAN BE WOWED.

"If I wasn't a Homicide lieutenant," I said, "I might believe that line. The vice president just called you?"

"I might press *69 and show you," Molinari said. "Except that it's important we begin to establish more trust."

"Is that what we're doing tonight?" I asked, smiling in spite of myself.

Whatever was starting to happen, those little pinballs pat-tering inside were now crashing around my ribs like the drums in "Sunshine of Your Love." I was aware of the tiniest film of sweat at my hairline. My sweater was starting to feel prickly. Molinari reminded me of Chris.

"I hope we're starting to trust each other," he finally said. "Let's leave it at that for now, Lindsay."

"Aye-aye, sir," I said.

He paid the check, then helped me on with my jacket. I brushed against his arm and, well, electricity flared. I glanced at my watch. 9:30. Forty minutes to the airport to catch that flight I needed to be on.

Outside, we walked a block or two along Vine Street. I wasn't really paying attention to the shops. The night was cool but very pleasant. What was I doing here? What were the two of us doing?

"Lindsay" - he finally stopped to face me - "I don't want to say the wrong thing...." I wasn't sure what I wanted him to say next. "My driver's down the block if you want.... But there's always the six A.M. flight."

"Listen..." I wanted to touch his arm, but I didn't. I'm not even sure why not.

"Joe," he said.

"Joe." I smiled. "Was this what you meant by being out of the field?"

He took my bag and said, ............