The Maine Massacre (26 page)

"I'll believe you when you kiss me without being cold."

"Okay," he said slowly. "Okay. But don't get any ideas. I am like Jeremy, and the older I become the more I will be like him. I'll finish up on an island, far away from here, far away from Amsterdam too. And I'll be alone."

"Yes, sergeant," she whispered. "I believe you. About the herons too. Now come here."