Never Cry Uncle by Mia Dymond

Author:Mia Dymond
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: murder, humor, paranormal, dog, revenge, doctor, detective, cop, mob, blackmail, private investigator, uncle, lingerie, rottweiler
Publisher: Mia Dymond

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Ben wadded the forensic report into a ball and threw it across his office. Sonuvabitch. Just when he’d begun to feel confident enough to rule out Lucy and Allison as suspects, the black and white truth of Lucy’s fingerprints on the handcuffs that bound the dead doctor’s wrists provided enough doubt to complicate things.

He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. Something about this whole case just wasn’t right. Determined to make sense of it all, he rolled the basic facts through his brain.

Smallwood was a popular cosmetic surgeon with a kinky sexual fetish murdered by Botox. God, what a mess, and to top it all off, his prime suspects were mob-connected. Ben snorted. Makes perfect sense.

The worn-out chair squeaked as he leaned forward and placed his elbows on the desk. Maybe Owens had found something. As if fate had kissed his ass, Ben glanced out his office window and saw the man of the hour strut in his direction.

Before Owens could even speak, Ben pulled him into the office and closed the door. “Just the man I needed to see.” He gestured for Owens to sit in front of the desk and returned to his own chair. “Are you here on another case?”

“Yeah, but I think I’ve got some evidence you need to see in Smallwood’s murder.”

Ben raised his eyebrows. “Oh yeah?”

Owens pushed a pile of photographs across the desk with a cocky grin.

Ben thumbed through them and then paused. “How’d you get these?”

Owens grinned smugly. “Confidential information.”

Ben studied Owens silently for a minute and envied his gumption. Owens made his own rules and did things the way he wanted. That’s why he didn’t last long at the Maplewood Police Department. In fact, had it not been for Owens’ decision to buck authority on a daily basis, they’d still be partners.

He fingered another photo. Partners. He could use some help and Owens could gain access to information without a warrant. They’d just have to keep the reason behind their association quiet.

Ben re-stacked the photos and slid them into his shirt pocket. “C’mon.” He stood and slung his jacket over his shoulder. “I’m hungry.”

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