Random Acts by Spindler Erica

Author:Spindler, Erica
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Double Shot Press
Published: 2017-05-30T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

10:30 P.M.

Micki dialed Angelo from the car. He answered, sounding sleepy.

“Dr. Renee Blackwood,” she said. “That’s the connection.”

“Dare? That you?”

“Yes, it’s Dare. Wake up! This changes everything!”

He yawned. “Then you better hit me with it again.”

“Vanderlund and Chuck Chandler were seeing the same shrink. Dr. Renee Blackwood.”

She heard a rustling in the background, as if he was climbing out of bed. Then the definite sound of the phone being shifted from one ear to the other. “I don’t get it.”

“The two perps, their paths did cross.”

“Okay, so we add that to the growing list of coincidences.”

“That’s total bullshit, and you know it. We need to question Blackwood as soon as possible.”

“You’re out of your mind, Dare. It’s the Friday before Mardi Gras, there’re a hundred fifty thousand extra party animals in town and any manner of crazy shit could erupt at any moment. I’m catching some sleep while I can.”

She stopped him before he hung up. “These murders weren’t random, Angelo. They’re not unrelated.”

“We have two perps in jail. I’m going back to bed.”

“No! Angelo, wait—”

“Get yourself some sleep, Dare. You need it.”

Then he hung up.

Micki sat, engine idling, dead air against her ear. He was right. She’d sounded like a crazy person. Show up at a prominent doctor’s home in the middle of the night? To question her about two murders that had been solved?

Micki dropped the phone to her lap and pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes. She should be grateful—two cases cleared, right out of the gate. Instead of manufacturing complications, she should be giving herself a pat on the back for a job well done.

A memory sprang up, as clear as if it had happened yesterday. So clear, it took her breath away.

“But I don’t want to go, mama. I don’t like her.”

“Could you behave for once, Michaela? I don’t know why you insist on making things so difficult for me.”

Shit. Micki dragged a hand through her hair. Angelo was right. She needed sleep. Things would look different in the morning.

No, they wouldn’t.

Hank.

She glanced down at the phone, snatched it up and texted her friend.

Are you up?

He responded immediately. “Angels never sleep, just in case they’re needed.”

They had a running joke about him being her guardian angel. If tonight was any indication, it wasn’t a joke. “Can I come over? I need to talk.”

“Putting coffee on now.”

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