Presumed Dead: Carter Blake Book 5 by Cross Mason

Author:Cross, Mason [Cross, Mason]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Orion Publishing Group
Published: 2018-04-19T05:00:00+00:00

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ISABELLA GREEN

Isabella could have killed McGregor for that bullshit. Apart from anything else, she knew it would piss Feldman off even more, and that would come back to bite somebody later. Most likely Isabella herself. She was so preoccupied thinking about it that she almost forgot there was anyone else in the car with her until Blake spoke.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” she glanced over at him. He wasn’t looking at her, instead staring ahead at the road.

“For getting me out. I don’t think McGregor was in the mood for letting me go before he had to. Whether he thought I had done it or not.”

She didn’t reply to that. He was dead-on, though. Instead, she asked, “What did Feldman say to you, when we left you two alone?”

“He asked me to stay away from you, as a matter of fact.”

“What?”

“Well, I say ‘asked’. It may have involved the phrase ‘stay the fuck away from’.”

Isabella felt herself color, and was immediately furious at Feldman. She would have to talk to him. The truth was she had had to talk to him for a long time, but had always found excuses to put it off. Seeming to sense her discomfort, Blake changed the subject.

“How did you know I didn’t do it?”

She glanced over at him before answering. “I didn’t, at first.”

Now he was looking at her.

“Don’t give me that innocent look. If you’re asking if I think you’re capable of killing someone, then the answer’s yes.”

“You think I would kill those two idiots?”

“Maybe not. But anyway, I’m a cop. That means I think everyone is guilty until proven innocent, don’t take it personally. Sometimes a killer doesn’t look like a killer.”

“What convinced you?”

“Evidence. It started raining at eleven last night. The ground was dry under the bodies, so you were with me when they were shot. Cell phone data backs it up. They were shot when we were eating dinner.”

“Then I guess you were right,” he said after a pause.

“How do you mean?”

“When you said it was my lucky day, yesterday.”

It took them twenty minutes to drive back out to Slateford Pass. The coroner’s van was long gone, the deep impressions of its tires in the mud at the side of the road. Isabella parked up and the two of them got out. The rain had collected in the channels made by the wheels. She remembered the shiny black shoes Blake had been wearing along with his suit when he visited the station and glanced down at his feet. He had changed to brown leather walking boots, quickly re-laced after the laces had been returned to him on checkout from the Bethany SD Motel.

Blake saw her regarding his footwear and waited for the verdict. “Better?”

“Good call,” she said, making sure to sound as bored as possible. When she had first met Blake, he looked so at home in a suit that it was hard to picture him in more casual clothes, but he looked good in jeans and boots and a work shirt. The fresh stubble helped with that.

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