ALL THE PRETTY GIRLS BOOK 1 by J.T. Ellison

Author:J.T. Ellison [Ellison, J.T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-01-08T22:40:46+00:00

The sudden shift threw Taylor for a loop. How was she supposed to answer that? Let’s see, two days ago I was told I was pregnant, yesterday I found out I wasn’t. I didn’t tell my lover, so I have to have a long conversation with him after he finishes chasing a serial killer through the Southeast. She nearly laughed aloud before recovering and answering as truthfully as she could. “I don’t yet, but my best friend is having twins. They just found out. Do you remember Sam Owens? It’s Sam Loughley now, she was in my class.” Good job, Taylor, she congratulated herself. Deflection is the name of the game.

“I do remember Samantha. She’s the medical examiner now. That must be interesting. Well, that’s wonderful. Children are such a joy. Jake and I were so thrilled when we found out… Oh, Lieutenant, I shouldn’t be taking up your time with this. It won’t help get my sister back.”

Gabrielle interrupted, bearing their drinks on a silver tray with tall crystal glasses filled with ice. “Grazie con tanto, Gabrielle. Lascili prego sulla tabella.” The girl set the drinks on a marble-topped table and left the room. Quinn went to the tray, grabbed the soda can and ignored the glasses. Taylor raised an eyebrow and followed suit. The move seemed a bit informal from a very formal woman. Maybe Quinn Buckley wasn’t quite as high-strung as she first appeared. They went to the chairs in front of the fireplace, a conversation grouping that put them in face-to-face contact. Taylor sat and pulled out her notebook.

“Okay, Mrs. Buckley, can you tell me what Whitney was so upset about?”

“It would be easier to let you hear it for yourself.”

She reached behind her and hit a button. Taylor realized the answering machine sat on the desk behind them. Aha. That’s why we’re meeting in Quinn’s sanctuary.

“You said my answering machine earlier, Mrs. Buckley. You have more than one?”

“Oh, we’ve got a voice mail system for the family. This is for my private line.” There was no other explanation. The machine whirred for a moment, then clicked into play mode. A voice filled the room.

“Quinn? Quinn, are you there? Dammit, pick up the phone. I have to talk to you. I’m coming over, this just can’t wait. If you get this message, wait for me at the house. And Quinn? For God’s sake, be careful.”

The voice was filled with hysteria, and Taylor felt a shudder go down her spine.

“Were all the messages like this, Mrs. Buckley?” she asked.

“Yes, for the most part. She never said what was so damn important that she’d wreck her car in her rush to get here. It would have been easier if she’d let me know what the problem was. And what I’m supposed to be careful about. Lord, that woman doesn’t usually overreact like this.”

She fiddled with the gold braid attached to an upholstered throw pillow.

“I was hoping you could look into things for me, Lieutenant. Perhaps examine some of

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