Good Man Gone by K T Bowes

Author:K T Bowes [Bowes, K T]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: single girls solving crime, girl private investigators fighting crime, single girl investigators, single girls crime fighting, inexperienced female private investigator, single girl private detectives, badass female lead romance
Published: 2024-01-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 45

Garima clambered into the sleek Limousine, dragging a khaki kit bag behind him. Lachlan clicked his fingers to the driver as the man reached forward to close the door. “Put that in the boot, please, Dan.”

“Yes, sir.” The bag whisked from the interior and Garima stretched out his long legs.

His appearance suggested he knew about the rendezvous. He’d turned up at Lexi’s house many times caked in mud and sweat. Her washing machine cleaned the orange clay from his kit better than the one at the rectory, and her shower ran hotter. She’d half hoped he might mess up Lachlan’s smart vehicle with his filthy boots, but the thought seemed ludicrous as he sat opposite her. His compulsion meant he arrived in their father’s presence tidy. Dignified. Collected. His uniform of black clerical shirt and trousers provided protection against the unknown. He didn’t wear his dog collar, but Lexi knew it nestled somewhere about his person like a talisman.

“This is nice.” Garima’s smile stretched across his face as he spoke the words. Lexi scowled at him and narrowed her eyes at his betrayal.

“Only if you wanted to come,” she replied in a snarky tone.

Lachlan poured tea from an antique floral pot while the Limousine idled in the car park. Garima’s team mates rumbled past in groups, some still wearing their studded boots and others barefoot. Garima ran a hand through his damp hair, leaving it curled into antennae on his crown. In the dim light of the vehicle, Lexi noticed darker patches beneath his arms from his shower. Despite his frantic rush to obey Lachlan’s call, he still held more poise than she ever managed.

“Why are we here?” Garima accepted the offered tea and stole the question from Lexi’s lips. Gratitude surged from her chest to greet her brother in a tsunami of emotion. He blinked across at her as Lachlan cleared his throat. Lexi sensed him reading her in his silent, probing way. He saw her disappointment and her fear. His foot touched hers and remained in contact.

“Neither of you heeded my warnings.” Lachlan stared from one to the other. “About the dead clergyman.”

Lexi glanced at her brother and shrugged. “I didn’t go poking. Did you?”

“No.” He blinked at their father, his face frozen into an expression of surprise. “What do you mean?”

“You were seen.” The full wattage of his penetrating gaze rested on Lexi’s face. “Stop, immediately.”

Her lower lip flapped in response. She had no words. “But I’m not looking for his killer,” she stammered. And then she remembered Trent Barnard. She pushed her spine against the warm leather seat and sighed. “Okay, so one of my current cases overlaps with Father Donald’s role as a priest. But I’m not investigating his death. I’m...” Her words trailed to nothing. Coloured pieces shifted in the mind map of her brain. What if the same person who killed Liza Barnard had ended Father Donald’s blameless life? Plus, the earlier women.

The connection between the mystery’s elements burned bright and then faded.

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