Chasing Shadows by Terri Reed

Author:Terri Reed
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Steeple Hill
Published: 2009-08-16T04:00:00+00:00

EIGHT

Gabe fastened his seat belt and glanced at his partner. She eyed the sling and thick bandage on his upper bicep. “You okay?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“You’re a mess.”

He nodded. In more ways than one.

She sighed and focused straight ahead as she drove, her black leather gloved hands at ten and two. She didn’t say anything more though she must have seen him kissing Kris. He was glad for Angie’s silence. He couldn’t have explained the kiss anyway. To her, or himself.

So much for unemotional.

But Kris had stood so close, staring up at him with those big blue trusting eyes, asking him to explain about their supposed date. His actions defied reason.

Kissing her had been the wrong move. There was no future there, so why had he?

Because even after all this time, he wasn’t as over her as he’d thought.

Too bad.

His feelings for Kris were immaterial. Kris wanted love, something he didn’t believe in, couldn’t believe in. Love wasn’t real. And what he was feeling for Kris was just attraction, anyway, nothing more. He couldn’t allow it to be more. He scrubbed a hand over his face. He had to stay focused. Concentrate on the job at hand. He’d been grazed by a bullet today, for crying out loud.

Someone wanted them to stop digging into the disappearances at Miller’s Rest, going so far as to make an attempt on their lives. That made him mad.

Anger could be a productive catalyst to solving this mystery.

“I need to go to the station and run all the retirement center’s staff as well as the residents,” he said, his mind going over the events of the past few days as he pulled out his notebook.

First, two people go missing. Carl Remming and Lena Street. Whereabouts unknown. Director’s explanation; supposedly on vacation, unconfirmed. Then Frank, the janitor, was seen handing over pharmaceuticals on the street. Unable to substantiate a crime. No charges pressed.

A threatening note was written on Kris’s apartment door. Then Denise Jamesen disappeared. Kris’s tires were slashed. Someone shot at him and Kris on the way to verify the woman’s supposed location. Not at relative’s as the center’s director claimed.

Was the director doing something with the missing people? And if so, what and why?

“I especially want to dig into Ms. Faust. Something is not right there,” he guessed.

“Way ahead of you,” Angie stated as she deftly drove through late afternoon traffic toward the station house. “I already have the paperwork in the pipeline for a warrant to subpoena the personnel and residents’ files. They should be in the house by tomorrow morning.”

“Good. You’re the best,” he noted, grateful for her thoroughness.

“Right. The best,” she muttered.

He chose to ignore the twinge of…he wasn’t sure what he heard. Disappointment, cynicism?

Angie’s cell phone rang.

“Carlucci.”

She listened for a moment. “On our way.”

She hit the siren and stepped on the gas.

Gabe settled back, half listening as Angie filled him in on a homicide at Fenway Park.

His mind kept going back to that kiss.

What had he been thinking?

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