Kansas City Cover by Julie Miller

Author:Julie Miller
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

“I heard you’ve been spending time with Gabe Knight from the paper.”

Duff Watson pushed open the door into the Fourth Precinct lobby and

cleared a path for Olivia to enter without anyone jostling her sore arm.

Rolling her eyes at the attention her volunteer chauffeur was drawing

to the black sling she wore over her short gray jacket, she walked past

her oldest brother. “He’s a consultant on a case I’m working on. Danielle

Reese’s murder.”

“Dad’s old case?”

She nodded, stopping in the middle of the marble-tiled foyer. “You

were at the hospital. You saw that Gabe and Dad knew each other.”

“Yeah, but I figured that was a one-time thing.” Duff muttered

something under his breath. “I didn’t know you two were going to be

joined at the hip. Keir said he was at the scene of the fire with you last

night. That the two of you escaped together.”

“He knows more about that case than anyone.” Duff had been a

detective longer than she had. He knew that made Gabe her primary lead.

“I’m hoping to kill several birds with one stone—take a killer who’s

gotten away with murder for six years off the streets, get Dad that perfect

record he wants—and Lieutenant Rafferty-Taylor wants me to try to mend

some fences between Gabe and the department. Get us some positive

press.”

Duff, a younger, taller ringer for their stocky father, stuffed his hands in his jeans and drew in a deep breath. Maybe he was feigning surprise, and

maybe he was just using his big silhouette to shield her from the officers

and staff filing through the lobby. “That’s a tall order.”

“He’s doing his job, Duff. The same way we do ours.”

He nodded to some friends he knew from the drug task force he was

currently assigned to before facing her again. “Yeah, but Knight has a

way of putting things that makes it sound like he’s got a personal vendetta

against the department.”

“Danielle Reese was his fiancée.”

“That’s rough.” Duff rubbed his hand at the back of his neck,

conceding that much.

“I try to put myself in his shoes and understand where he’s coming

from by remembering how we felt when Mom was killed.” Olivia’s gaze

dropped to the KCPD logo on her brother’s jacket, the only outward sign

she allowed for the pain she could so vividly remember. “I was either

crying all the time or angry at everyone.” She pushed aside the memories

and looked up again. “I said and did some things I regret—until Dad and

Uncle Al caught that dopehead, and the healing started.”

“You were only nine years old, kiddo. We all lashed out back then.

Knight’s a grown man.”

“That doesn’t make it any easier. I was scared that guy was going to

come after me or one of you guys or Grandpa until I saw him in handcuffs

on his way to prison.” She shrugged, then winced as renewed ache in her

shoulder ligaments made her wish she hadn’t. “I don’t think Gabe has any

family here to worry about. But he’s got friends, and the people of

Kansas City he’s speaking for. Maybe he takes us to task because he’s

worried his fiancée’s killer is going to hurt somebody else—or already

has.

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