Special Forces Father by Mallory Kane

Author:Mallory Kane
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-08-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Kate had spent the morning reading the rest of the police reports and witness statements in the shoot-out at Paul Guillame’s house. In the afternoon, she’d interviewed both Stamps and Guillame. The interviews had been an exercise in futility. It was as though the two of them had made some kind of pact to say as little as possible about the shooting.

Stamps spent most of his interview swearing he didn’t remember anything after the shooting started. He acknowledged that the police had found gunshot residue on his hands and clothes and that a bullet from his gun had been removed from Paul Guillame’s left upper thigh. But according to Stamps, he didn’t even remember having the gun, although he did keep it in his glove compartment, since he never knew when he might be driving through rough neighborhoods. I like to visit the neighborhoods of all my constituents, he had told her. I feel it’s important for the people I represent to see me.

She’d thanked him for coming in, and when he was gone, she’d just stared at the bound notebook where she normally jotted her impressions when doing these types of interviews. She had no idea what to write down. It would be a bald-faced lie to say that Stamps appeared insane. Whether he had temporarily blacked out as he’d said he did once the shooting started, she couldn’t say for sure, but she knew she’d have a hard time maintaining her credibility with the District Attorney’s office if she found that he had definitely been temporarily insane when he’d shot Paul Guillame.

Then, Paul Guillame’s interview hadn’t gone any better. Guillame declared that Stamps had appeared glassy-eyed and confused when he’d taken the shot. “I could swear he wasn’t even looking at me,” Guillame had told her. He denied any recollection of Stamps yelling a discriminatory epithet at him at any time.

“You’d swear under oath that he wasn’t looking at you?” she’d asked.

“Well, maybe not under oath,” he’d prevaricated, “but he sure looked dazed and confused.”

Now, as Kate drove into her driveway, she was disappointed to see that Travis’s car was not there. She went inside and locked the door behind her, then set down the two grocery sacks she’d brought in with her. She’d decided to make Travis’s favorite, spaghetti, and a salad. He needed to put some meat back on his bones.

As she put the sauce on to cook and added basil, bay leaves, oregano, lots of garlic and olive oil, her eyes filled with tears. She and Travis had dreamed up this recipe in her dorm room in college, and cooked it in the microwave. She’d made it for Max and herself many times. Now as the sauce heated, the tangy smell nearly broke her heart.

* * *

PICKING UP THE SPOON, she stirred the sauce again and turned it down to low. Surely Travis wouldn’t be much longer getting home. She had already stored the Parmesan cheese and a half gallon of milk

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