Draw Blood by Cynthia Rayne

Author:Cynthia Rayne [Rayne, Cynthia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-02-11T16:00:00+00:00

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“What happened?”

Aggie glanced around to delay answering Frost’s question.

As soon as they’d got to the police department, he’d dragged her into an interrogation room instead of interviewing her at his desk, or another neutral location. Evidently, she was a suspect in the destruction of her own home.

Hell’s police department was a tiny, postage-stamp sized place. Like the old television show, Mayberry, they only had a couple of jail cells and a few desks. There wasn’t exactly a crime wave in town.

“Miss Byrd?” he prompted.

“My place got shot up.”

“Yeah, thanks for statin’ the obvious, but who did it?”

Most of the time, the police responded to minor emergencies. Her Swiss-cheesed house must feel like a Law& Order moment for them. They’d probably celebrated with a round of donuts from Sugar Daddies.

All that’s missin’ is yummy Detective Stabler.

Although, Benjamin Frost was a hottie in his own right. He had short strawberry blond hair, a layer of stubble on his chin, and those soulful eyes. He wore a pinstriped blue suit, and it was pressed. He was a dapper dresser, and he seemed out of place in this tiny town. Yes, the man was handsome, and she’d have to be blind not to notice. Although, she was too preoccupied with a certain mobster to take it a step further.

“I have no clue.”

Aggie knew better than to point the finger at Santiago. If she did, the police would start digging deeper into the case, and then things would unravel. Immigration and the Feds would get involved. They’d find out about Diego, too, and she’d be in seriously deep shit.

His brows cinched together. “So you didn’t get a look at the shooter?”

“Nope, not with all the runnin’ and screamin’. Besides, he wore a ski mask, so I didn’t see his face.”

“What about his weight and height?”

Aggie shrugged. “Average weight and height.”

“Thanks, that’s very helpful.”

“Yeah, I try.”

“And you don’t know why somebody would want you dead?”

She shook her head. “Well, I’m a private eye and I have plenty of pissed off husbands who’d like to shoot my ass after I’ve helped their wives.”

“A philanderin’ husband who happens to own an AK-47, accordin’ to ballistics?”

“I appreciate your skepticism, but I’m as puzzled as you.” Aggie kept her focus and made her answers breezy.

“And yet you don’t seem shaken up.” He leaned back in his chair and placed his hands behind his head. “Most people would be hidin’ underneath their beds.”

A long pause ensued.

“I’m sorry. Were you askin’ a question? Or makin’ an observation?”

“Consider it an offhand remark.” He scribbled a note to himself.

“Well, I’m not most people. Due to my job, I’ve been in plenty of sticky situations.”

“So you get shot at a lot then?”

“No, but I’m prepared for the worst.”

“And you don’t seem broken up about the property damage either.”

“I have insurance. Besides, it’s only stuff.”

He leaned forward, his gaze locked on her. “Are you okay?”

She shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah, why does everyone keep asking me that?”

“I’m just tryin’ to make sense of all this.”

Good luck with that.

“And how does Tennessee Ross figure into this?”

“He doesn’t.

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