Devil in the Dock (A Robin Starling Courtroom Mystery) by Michael Monhollon

Author:Michael Monhollon [Monhollon, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Kindle press
Published: 2016-08-09T06:00:00+00:00

I was in bed by ten, but my cell phone rang shortly before midnight, David Gates singing, “Baby, I’m-a Want You.” I groped for the phone, tapped the glowing screen.

“Hey, Paul.”

Beside me on the bed, Deeks came to his feet.

“Robin. Are you awake?”

“More or less. Someone just called me in the middle of the night and woke me up.”

“Sorry. It couldn’t be helped. Mike and I are on our way over.”

“What?” I pushed up in bed. “Is everything all right? What happened?”

I heard Mike’s voice next: “We’ll tell you when we get there. See you soon.”

The call ended, and I rested the phone against my chest. Deeks touched his cold nose to my cheek, and I worked a hand into his fur. “Hey, buddy. We got company coming.” I pushed my legs out of the covers and sat for a moment on the side of the bed as Deeks leaped lightly to the floor.

“Show-off,” I muttered, then sighed and got up. In the dark, I rummaged in a drawer for some gym shorts to pull on over my panties. I thought for a moment, then opened the top drawer to find a bra. If it was just Paul, I probably wouldn’t have bothered—let him get hot and bothered if he wanted to—but I didn’t want to spend an evening with two men glancing surreptitiously at my chest.

“I don’t know what it is with men and mammaries,” I told Deeks, shrugging into the bra beneath my oversize T-shirt.

His tail thumped against the side of the bureau, and I reached down to scratch his head. Then I got the water bottle off my nightstand and opened it on my way to the living room.

“You need to go potty?” I asked Deeks, standing in front of the picture window.

He barked and wagged his tail, so I opened the front door. Paul hadn’t given me much warning. His car pulled up just as Deeks was finishing his business.

Mike got out, wearing rumpled jeans and an even more rumpled T-shirt. Paul was wearing sweats. Deeks greeted each in turn on their way to the door, a bounce in his step and his tail wagging, clearly more excited than I was about the nighttime visitors. I do have to admit to being intrigued, but I waited until they were standing awkwardly in my living room before I said anything.

“Can I offer either of you a hot beverage?”

It didn’t even get a smile.

“Is it Brooke?” I asked Mike.

“No. She’s fine.”

Good news. I sat on the sofa, curling my legs under me, and Paul and Mike sat, too.

“It’s Sarah,” Mike said, his elbows on his knees and his fingers laced in front of him.

“Sarah Fleckman? Something’s happened to Sarah Fleckman?” He was never going to disentangle himself from that woman, I thought.

“Not exactly. She . . . let herself into my house. She was there when I got home from Enrique’s.”

Mike’s story was that he had parked on the street and let himself in through the front door,

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