Hide And Keep by K. Sterling

Author:K. Sterling [Sterling, K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bawdy Books
Published: 2015-04-22T19:00:00+00:00

McKeever ended up being much worse than Clark. If Lane had any idea what was about to unfold, he would have moved heaven and earth to prevent it.

“So, you’re the renowned Dr. Aiden Sharp?” Dan McKeever said as he pushed his hands in his pockets and strolled toward the jury. Aiden nodded.

“Yes.” He answered as he watched McKeever.

“I have to say, you’re not what I was expecting.” He grinned at the jury box. Aiden blinked several times at McKeever.

“Do you have any questions for me, counselor?” He asked. McKeever chuckled as he approached Aiden.

“You’re rather unorthodox.” He said as he waved his hand toward Aiden.

“Still not a question.” Aiden looked at his fingernails as McKeever planted his hands on the stand and leaned toward Aiden.

“Where do you live, Dr. Sharp?” He asked silkily. Aiden’s eyes flicked to McKeever’s. He still looked bored.

“I spend most of my time traveling but my mail is delivered to Washington D.C..” He said as he tugged at the cuff of his sleeve. Lane frowned. Aiden was getting nervous. McKeever slid another grin to the jury.

“Your mail is delivered to Washington D.C.? Do you have a home there?” He winked to the jurors and Aiden swallowed hard.

“No, I do not.” He said flatly.

“An apartment?” McKeever asked. Aiden shook his head and tugged at his collar.

“No.” Aiden’s voice was hoarse and he looked to Clark. Lane leaned forward and tried to make eye contact with Clark but he was reclining in his chair and had his hands clasped behind his head. You piece of fucking shit, do something! Lane urged as he willed his body to stay still. McKeever was all teeth as he turned back to Aiden.

“Where do you sleep, when you’re not traveling, Dr. Sharp?” He looked at Aiden expectantly. Lane couldn’t help but lean forward again as his own curiosity peaked. Aiden squirmed.

“I have an office in the Hoover Building.” He said softly. “I sleep there.” Aiden said as he tugged at his collar again. McKeever rubbed his jaw and pretended to consider the matter.

“You don’t strike me as a workaholic and you’re a rather wealthy young man, Dr. Sharp. Why don’t you have your own place?” He asked as he turned back to the jury. Aiden clenched his jaw and looked down at his lap. Lane’s heart slowed as he watched Aiden’s panic crest.

“I stay in the F.B.I. Headquarters because I’m safe there.” He mumbled. McKeever chuckled.

“And where do you normally stay, when you travel, Dr. Sharp?” He asked as he leaned against the jury box.

“At the local police department.” Aiden’s voice was barely audible but the room was silent. Lane stared at Clark, silently imploring him to stop McKeever.

“Wouldn’t you be more comfortable in a hotel?” McKeever asked. Aiden shook his head as he stared at his hands in his lap.

“I wouldn’t be safe at a hotel.” Aiden said. McKeever snorted as he cocked his head toward Aiden and winked conspiratorially at the jury. Lane couldn’t wait to bury his fist in McKeever’s face.

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