One Deadly Sin by Solomon Annie

Author:Solomon, Annie [Annie, Solomon,]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: FIC027110, Fiction, Romance, Suspense, Sheriffs, General
ISBN: 9780446178440
Google: v01sSFp4P5UC
Amazon: 0446178446
Publisher: Forever
Published: 2009-05-14T23:00:00+00:00

28

Holt kept Edie up most of the night. Too angry to sleep himself, he paced the office, shooting wads of paper into a wastebasket for ten minutes before returning to the single cell where Edie looked out between the bars, staring coolly at him. Midnight. Two. Four in the morning. There she was, where he’d put her, like a wraith that needed neither sleep nor justification.

She freely admitted sending the black angels, but the rest she adamantly denied. “I didn’t kill anyone.”

Leaning against the wall across from the cell, he watched her closely. “But you knew about Fred Lyle’s will.”

She stretched out on the cot, hands behind her head, as if she couldn’t be bothered with his persistence. “I still don’t know about Fred Lyle’s will. Why don’t you fill me in?”

He took another tack. “Why change your name?” Over the course of the night, he’d asked her that a dozen times, and this time, as she had each time before, she told a variation of the same story. Eden Swanford was a sad, pathetic little girl and she didn’t want to be her anymore.

“Why lie to me about it?”

“Eden Swann is my legal name. Everyone calls me Edie. I didn’t lie.”

“You knew who sent the black angels.”

“That was none of your business.”

“You made it my business when you killed those men.”

“I told you—”

“Yeah, I know. A demon did it. A mysterious being working on your behalf.”

“No, not on my behalf.”

“You didn’t want those men dead?”

“I wanted them to sweat, that’s for sure. But dead? They’re useless to me dead.”

“Not if you wanted to use them for revenge.”

She snapped to a sitting position, swiveled to face him. “Look, don’t you get it yet? I wanted to shake them up. Get them ready to talk.”

“To talk or to die?”

“Stop saying that.”

“I’ll stop when you start telling the truth.”

She glared at him, and he scrubbed a hand over his face. He was tired of the runaround, but more pissed off than anything. He didn’t have to lock her up. He shouldn’t even have arrested her. But he wanted her on edge, and if she felt even the smallest bit of the betrayal he felt when he saw those black creatures tumble onto her floor, he’d cry hallelujah to the devil himself.

“Dammit, Holt. I am telling the truth and you know it. Let me out of here. Go home. Look in on Miranda and get some sleep. Then we can go over all this tomorrow.”

“And let you hightail it out of town? I don’t think so.”

“You took my keys.”

He stabbed a finger at her. “And impounded your bike.”

“See? It’s not as if I can go anywhere.”

He leaned against the wall across from the cell. Crossed his arms. He had no intention of letting her out. Not until her throat bled from begging. And maybe not even then.

“Okay, let’s go back to the church. What were you doing there?”

“I told you. I was looking for the black angel. I was trying to take it back.

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