Addison Lockhart 3 by Cheryl Bradshaw

Author:Cheryl Bradshaw [Bradshaw, Cheryl]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-05-26T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 23

A slender, dark-haired man in his mid to late forties entered Catherine’s bedroom, his intense, haunting eyes tipping toward her in quiet observation. He stopped in a wide-legged stance, rubbed a hand across his chin, and stood in silence for a time, pondering. He then glanced at Addison, holding her gaze just long enough for her to realize who he reminded her of—a younger Al Pacino.

He shook his head, frowned, and said, “Oh, Catherine. What a shame,” before removing his cellphone from his pocket.

Then he made a call. “Yeah, this is Lancaster. I’m going to need O’Shea over here right away.”

He paused, listening to the chatter on the other end of the line, which seemed to irritate him. “I don’t care where O’Shea is right now. Find him and get him over to the Ravencroft’s place. And where the hell is Beck? He should already be here.”

There was a brief reply, and then Lancaster ended the call.

A stocky, oval-faced female EMT with curly, ash-blond hair twisted into a thick, loose bun on top of her head rushed into the room.

Lancaster said, “Hey, Brie.”

“Hey,” she said.

She glanced over her shoulder into the hall and huffed in frustration. A minute later, a second police officer entered the room, a pint-sized bald man with a narrow, pointy nose and a sizeable beer gut. He paused in the doorway, leaning against the doorjamb with a hand pressed to his chest, panting like the stairs had been the only workout he’d had in quite some time.

He looked at Lancaster and said, “Sorry for the hold up.”

“At least you’re here now, Beck,” Lancaster said.

Brie tapped Gene on the shoulder. “Excuse me, sir. I’m going to need you to move.”

He didn’t.

She snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Yo, sir. You hear me? I said I need you to move. Now. Mmm... kay?”

“He’s in shock,” Lancaster said. “Go easy on the guy.”

He placed a hand on Gene’s shoulder. “Gene, can you back up for me, please, and let Brie do her job?”

Gene released Catherine’s hand and slid back.

Brie dropped to Catherine’s side and checked for a pulse.

“You don’t need to bother,” Lia said. “She passed nine minutes ago. I assessed the wound and found—”

“I don’t need any help, thank you,” Brie hissed. “I know what I’m doing.”

“I’m not offering help,” Lia replied. “I’m offering facts.”

Sensing the escalating tension, Lancaster cut in. “Ladies. Let’s keep it friendly. There’s no reason we can’t all help each other.”

Brie rolled her eyes and hissed again. “Fine. Can I do my job now?”

While Brie pretended to let it go, Lia could not.

“Just so we’re all clear, I’m a medical examiner in Rhinebeck,” Lia said. “Based on the size of the entry wound, I believe Mrs. Ravencroft was stabbed.”

“Did you find anything to back up your theory?” Lancaster asked.

“We’ve had a look around,” Lia said, “but we haven’t found anything so far.”

“We’ve been trying to piece together what happened,” Addison said. “There hasn’t been time to do much else.”

“Not a problem. I’ll take care of it.

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