She was dirt ... and hungry and cheap and demanding. But it didn't matter. She was all those things, and I knew it, but she was much more, too. She was fire and ice and fury, and when she came up to me—that first time—her mouth making little squirming noises, I knew she was all I ever wanted.
I was a cop. An honest one. Tough, but honest. And she was the wife of another man. Maybe she was a killer. Maybe she was a--a kind of person even tough cops don't talk about except in dirty whispers.

But I didn't care. I had to have her.