Secrets of the Last Castle by A. Rose Mathieu

Author:A. Rose Mathieu [Mathieu, A. Rose]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781635552416
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2018-07-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Elizabeth sat in the hard plastic chair in the lobby of the police station, impatiently waiting. She had come to know it well over the last few months and didn’t bother to look around or people watch. Instead, she stared at the beige linoleum squares on the floor and unconsciously tapped her foot in rhythm to her bouncing knee. She was too tired to pace.

She personally delivered her request for production of the purse to the district attorney’s office the day before and had the pleasure of meeting ADA Wilcox, who was equally pleased to see her. After a terse conversation that included Elizabeth’s threat to follow up her request with a motion to compel filed with the court, Wilcox capitulated and arrangements were made for Elizabeth to stop by the police department the next morning to view the purse, which was currently stored in an evidence locker.

She had been waiting nearly an hour, no doubt a power play, and she considered going to the front desk to harass them, but frankly, the moment of quiet was welcomed. She leaned back and closed her eyes and allowed her mind to wander where it pleased. In a light sleep, she dreamed of Grace calling out to her.

“Elizabeth.”

Her eyes snapped opened. It wasn’t a dream. Grace was standing a few feet in front of her.

“Are you ready or should I come back when you’re done napping?”

She rubbed at her eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“I work here.” Elizabeth stared at her waiting for a better answer. “You asked to see the purse.”

“Oh, right.” She expected a uniformed officer associated with the evidence room to meet her, and she wondered if Grace’s presence was her doing or the prosecutor’s. She rose and dutifully followed behind her, and she couldn’t help but smile. They were playing out a very similar scene to when they first met, but this time she kept her eyes trained on Grace’s backside instead of finding interest in the offices that they passed. Grace wore black slacks with a white form-fitting turtleneck, and she realized that she had never seen Grace in anything but pants. She allowed her thoughts to wander to the feel of her smooth long legs under her hands, but it didn’t take long for her mind to circle back around to their present state, in which they weren’t speaking to each other for reasons Elizabeth didn’t understand.

She debated breaking the ice and offering another apology for taking her father to the cemetery. It would at least be a start; however, before she could find the right words, she was cut off by ringing coming from Grace’s pocket. Grace yanked out her phone and barked, “Donovan.” Elizabeth smiled, that was familiar, but her smile faded as Donovan’s mood softened. Who was she talking to?

She could garner very little from the half of the conversation that she could hear because most of the talking seemed to come from the other end, but it was clearly a friendly chat.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.