Married by Monday (Weekday Brides)

Author:Bybee, Catherine [Bybee, Catherine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Catherine Bybee
Published: 2012-05-25T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

“This is becoming a habit, detectives,” Carter leaned against the doorframe of Dean and Jim’s office and crossed his arms over his chest. “And I’m not taking another shoe-chewing dog home to Eliza.”

Jim stood and thrust out a hand for Carter to shake. Dean followed.

“Thank you for coming.”

Like before, they ducked into a conference room for privacy.

“How’s Zod working out?”

“Other than the shoe thing, he’s fine. Eliza won’t make him go places with her, but he is at the house.”

Dean and Jim exchanged a look.

“What is it?”

“We assume Eliza told you why she needs the dog.”

“She told me.”

“Did she tell her friend, Mrs. Harrison?”

“Samantha is Eliza’s best friend. What do you think?”

Again, the two cops looked at each other.

“Do you know if Mrs. Harrison has any connection to her father?” Jim asked.

“The one in prison?” Carter hadn’t seen the question coming.

“Yes.”

“They’ve been estranged since his conviction according to Blake. Why?”

When Jim glanced over to his partner again, Carter waved a hand between the two of them. “Why?” he demanded.

“Mrs. Harrison’s father is jailed in the same place as the man responsible for Eliza’s parents’ death.”

“Sam has nothing to do with her dad. I don’t see how this is a problem.”

“Just because Samantha doesn’t want anything to do with her father, doesn’t mean her father isn’t interested in what is happening with his daughter. We know for a fact that wedding photos have made their way into Mr. Elliot’s cell. Can you see where this is going, counselor?”

Carter’s pulse leapt and he felt an uncharacteristic urge to scratch his palms. “Eliza was a child when her parents were murdered.” Even as Carter voiced the words, he knew these men would shatter any hope he had of their fears being for nothing.

Dean opened a folder he’d brought into the room and handed Carter a photograph. In it was a woman who looked exactly like Eliza snuggled next to a robust man in his forties. Beside them was a young girl with her dark hair in a ponytail and a missing tooth within her silly smile.

“Not only does Eliza look like her late mother, she sounds like her too.”

Carter ran his finger over the photograph. Eliza was a beautiful girl, even then.

“If Eliza insists on staying in her current life, she has to be better protected.”

Carter’s mind was twirling. He hardly registered the noise beyond the door of their conference room until it opened and a familiar furry face walked in.

“This had better be good,” Eliza walked beside Zod and stopped talking when she noticed Carter sitting in the room. “What are you doing here?”

“We asked him to come,” Dean said, closing the door behind her. He gave the dog a pet and pulled out a chair.

Carter stood and gravitated closer to Eliza. Her dark hair slid over one shoulder and looked like silk. He reached for her hand and linked his fingers with hers. The itchy palms faded with her touch.

“What’s going on?” Eliza’s cocky smile faded as she looked at the expressions in the room.

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