The Lab Test by Chris Taylor

Author:Chris Taylor
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, romantic suspense, crime, crime fiction, contemporary romance, romance series, australian romance
Publisher: Chris Taylor

CHAPTER TWELVE

The mid-afternoon sun beat down on Jett’s head as he and Lane made their way across the busy Pitt Street Mall toward their parked squad car. The glass windows of the storefronts were strung with brightly colored Christmas baubles and other decorations. The holiday season would soon be upon them.

“It’s warmed up out here,” Lane muttered, swiping at the thin sheen of perspiration on his upper lip.

“Yeah. Thank God for air conditioning,” Jett responded with a smile.

“Where to?” Lane asked as he climbed behind the wheel.

Jett took a seat adjacent to him and buckled up. “The Cook penthouse.”

“Hunters Hill, right?”

Jett nodded and turned to stare out the window. With a determined effort, he pushed aside thoughts of Danielle and Fitzgerald and concentrated on the interview ahead.

The bright summer sunlight glinted off the deep blue ocean as they crossed the Harbour Bridge. Far below, the pristine white sails of a smattering of yachts snapped soundlessly in the light breeze. A ferry on its way back from Manly chugged across the waves, its outside decks filled with commuters enjoying the afternoon. Jett swallowed a sigh at their carefree existence in that snapshot of time, longing to be among them.

Ever since he’d caught sight of Sabrina Cook lying butchered in the bath, he hadn’t been sleeping well. That was always the way when he was in the middle of an important and complicated murder case. He took his work seriously and wouldn’t relax until they had the killer behind bars.

Lane swung the squad car into Franklin’s street and came to a halt opposite the up-scale building. The carefully tended lawn was green and inviting. The flowers bloomed in manicured beds. The smell of frangipani and orange blossom permeated the hot summer air. Lane stepped out of the vehicle and Jett followed suit, inhaling deeply.

“I see you don’t suffer from hay fever,” Lane chuckled.

Jett shook his head. “Never. I love summer with all the trees and flowers in bloom. I don’t even mind the heat.”

Lane rolled his eyes. “You wax so lyrical, Craigdon. I never pegged you for a poet.”

Jett stuck up his middle finger in a rude gesture, but Lane merely laughed. The two men fell silent as they approached the complex.

“How do you want to handle this?” Lane asked, pitching his voice low.

“Softly, softly,” Jett replied. “Let’s not scare him off.”

“Do you think he could have done it?”

“Who knows? Maybe. He’s the husband, after all. Our number one suspect straight out of the gate. After speaking with him the day of the murders, I was convinced it couldn’t be him, but he was almost rude and belligerent the night I came back and asked for his clothing and now he’s lied about a phone call. I don’t know what to think.”

“Yeah. He said he stayed down here, in the foyer. Too bad the cameras didn’t reach inside.”

Jett frowned. “What about Roger Barber? If he told us the truth, he must have nearly passed Franklin, and yet, he said he saw no one.

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