Death of a Pusher

“You still haven’t searched my person,” she said. “The warrant says ‘the premises and person of Beverly Arden.’”
“It’s a pleasant thought,” Sergeant Matt Rudd said dryly, “but women have to be searched by matrons.”
“Don’t be silly,” Beverly said. “You can’t search a woman forcibly, but you have my permission...”
Rudd hesitated. “All right,” he said, “hold your arms straight out.” He ran his hands along her arms and sides and down her legs. She felt firm and shapely, and when he finished he was perspiring slightly. “I guess you’re clean,” he said huskily.
“You didn’t do nearly as thorough a job as you did on the apartment,” she said.
There was a momentary pause, as Rudd took her in with his eyes. “All right,” he said. Then he reached out and loosened the top button of her pajama top...