Faces of Evil [2] Impulse by Debra Webb

Author:Debra Webb [Webb, Debra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction / Suspense
ISBN: 9781455527625
Publisher: Headline
Published: 2012-09-12T21:00:00+00:00

10

Southpointe Circle, Hoover, 2:00 a.m.

Chet Harper sat in his SUV. He’d been sitting here trying to work up the nerve to get out for five minutes or so.

The streetlights showcased a picture perfect neighborhood. Nice, landscaped lawns. Proud two-story homes. Vehicles tucked into garages for the night. No scattering of cars cluttering the curbs.

In this world all was as it should be.

And it was late. Too late to wake his ex-wife. Too late to see his son. But he needed to see him. To watch him sleep for just one minute and to smell his little boy scent.

Sherry wouldn’t understand. She never understood anything about Chet or his work. Why the hell had he ever believed they could make it as a couple? They’d had nothing in common. As a high-powered executive at a research corporation, she’d had no respect for his work. The long hours. The risks.

You could do better, Chet. Your pay sucks.

He stared at the dark house. Nice neighborhood, great school district, well above a mere cop’s salary, even with the promotion to detective sergeant.

The house his wife paid for. Not a day had passed without her getting in a dig about his pay and the long hours. Every moment he had resided within those walls he had been reminded that the house was her accomplishment. Not his.

But it had been his home with his son, no matter that the place had been just one more nail in the coffin of his marriage.

Now another man lived there.

The new guy had built a tree house in the backyard. He’d gotten Chet’s son a dog when Sherry had refused to allow a dog on the property, much less in the house, when she was married to a measly cop.

Chet opened the driver’s door and got out. Somewhere down the street a dog barked. He eased the door closed and moved up the walk. His heart thumped harder with each step.

He shouldn’t have come. At the steps leading up to the front door, he hesitated. If he knocked or rang the bell the dog would bark. He didn’t want to wake his son. Not for this. His own selfish needs.

Tired, he sat down on the top step.

He’d lost any semblance of a normal life with his son two years ago. Maybe Sherry had been right when she said Chet’s life would never be normal as long as he was a cop.

But the life he’d had, he’d cherished.

Waking in the middle of the night and being able to go to his son’s room to watch him sleep. Watch him breathe. Waking him in the mornings, his hair all mussed and his eyes still heavy with sleep. Those moments had been precious to Chet. He missed that time with his boy.

The door behind him opened.

Chet shot to his feet and turned, prepared for a clash with the new husband.

“What’re you doing out here at this hour?” Sherry, clad in her favorite cotton gown, stood in the open doorway, the springer spaniel at her feet, tail wagging.

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