Postcard killers

Chapter 97

Copenhagen, Denmark

It was really still night, but the sun was already up.

The pretty American girl named Anna took a careful sip from the last of her margarita. She didn't usual y drink this late, but they had decided to do "crazy things" while they were traveling and "break al the rules."

She looked up at Eric and moved closer to him. Sometimes it felt like she could never get close enough.

The hip club was throbbing with music, but it was almost possible to talk in the upstairs bar. Not that anything sensible ever got said at this time of day, not in bars like this one.

"One more, then, eh?"

The guy who had bought their drinks was panting against her neck again.

He was cute, but stil…

She pressed herself against Eric, away from the other man.

"No, thanks," she said. "I've had enough."

"Go on," Eric whispered in her ear. "Just one more. We're al having fun."

Anna gulped and said, "Okay, then. To fun!"

The other guy ordered her another margarita.

Anna looked at her watch. It was late.

"Whereabouts in the States are you from?" the guy asked as he handed her the drink. The salt around the rim rained down on her fingers.

"Tucson, Arizona," Eric said. He was always so polite to everyone.

"Jojo left his home in Tucson, Arizona, for some California grass…," the guy's pretty girlfriend sang, waving her glass.

"There's nothing but desert there, am I correct?"

"Not quite," Eric said.

Anna tugged at his shirtsleeve, even though she knew he didn't like it when she did that.

"I want to go back to the hotel now," she said. "Please, Eric."

"Have you been traveling long?" the girl asked, sucking on the straw in her empty glass.

"Two and a half weeks," Eric said. "We real y like Scandinavia. It's total y awesome!"

"Yeah, isn't it?" the girl said.

She moved closer to Eric and kicked off one of her sandals. Anna watched her toes climb up Eric's sneaker.

"You know what they say about men with big feet?" she said, looking up at Eric from behind her hair.

Eric smiled in that way that made his eyes twinkle. 129 Anna blinked. What the hel were they doing? Flirting with each other?

While she was standing here, right next to them?

"Eric," she said, "I real y am tired. And we're going to Tivoli tomorrow…"

Eric gave a shril laugh, as if she'd said something real y childish. The girl laughed along with him.

"I think this feels like a magical evening," the girl said. "I'd real y like a souvenir of tonight, wouldn't you, Anna?"

She draped herself against her boyfriend and kissed him softly on the lips.

The guy buying the margaritas gave a slightly forced laugh.

"This could get expensive," he said. It was almost as if he was reading a script.

"There can't be any shops open at this time of day," Eric said.

The guy stiffened. "Hel!" he said. "You're right! So let's get a bottle of champagne!"

He signaled to the bartender again.

The girl tilted her head and smiled at Eric.

"I'd real y like to drink it with the two of you," she said, "in your hotel room."

Anna felt herself tense up, but Eric raised his glass in a toast. He had drunk too much, and nothing could stop him when that happened. She'd known that before she married him. He pul ed her tight to him.

"Come on," he whispered right in her ear, his breath hitting her eardrum.

"We wanted to meet new people on our trip, didn't we? These two are great."

Anna felt like she wanted to cry.

Eric was quite right.

She real y had to stop being such a deadhead. They should go back to the hotel and party.