The NightShade Forensic Files: Under Dark Skies (Book 1) by A.J. Scudiere

Author:A.J. Scudiere [Scudiere, A.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781937996369
Publisher: Griffyn Ink
Published: 2014-11-04T06:00:00+00:00

26

Although she walked out of the building to all appearances perfectly normal, Eleri was stunned.

She was trained to gather information under the umbrella of a warrant and to make sure she had all her paperwork in place before she moved. She collected evidence, detained, supported the prosecution, and smiled broadly when the bad guys were locked up. Sometimes people died during the investigation. Sometimes it was the good guys, often the bad, and Eleri tried not to lose sleep over it. But she had never openly gunned for one before.

Donovan didn’t even question her when she stayed in the car, just sat in the parking lot and stared at the front door for a good three minutes.

Her voice came from nowhere. “I don’t want to eat steak. I want one of those salad bar places. One of the places with five kinds of soup and a hundred items on the bar.”

“I don’t think they’ve heard of salad here.” His voice was quiet, as though he understood it wasn’t about the leafy greens. “They do sometimes have vegetables.”

“Those things are vegetables the way a corpse is a person. And I mean that as a pretty literal analogy.” Other than their mouths, neither of them really moved. She breathed, but she didn’t really understand.

There was something so seductive about being in charge of the balance sheet. It was tempting to make plans before she even decided if this was all acceptable. Westerfield seemed to think their tests indicated they would be fine with it. She remembered testing; she’d done a bunch of it at the psych hospital. Had it been at Westerfield’s behest?

NightShade was a subdivision of the overall umbrella of the FBI. They had FBI IDs, FBI rights, and then some. She was so confused that she said the only thing she could think of. “What about Chinese?”

“What about your friend?”

“Shit! Wade!” She fumbled for her phone, jerking her conscious brain out of the haze, finally finding something normal to grasp onto. She dialed from the directory on her phone and was shocked how much she relaxed just hearing his voice come through the line.

“Eleri? Are you finished at the branch?” The cadence of the words righted something, the way the sound of a good friend does. He called it “the branch” because he’d worked for the Bureau, too. Only recently had he “sprung himself” as he called it and after eight years as a Fed went to work in the private sector.

“Yeah, we’re done. My partner is with me, I can have him drop me off. I’ll meet you for lunch now.” Only as she said it into the phone did she realize that Donovan might not take kindly to being used as chauffeur. She was turning to apologize to him, but he was already motioning for her to hand over the keys.

Climbing out of the driver’s seat, she popped around to the passenger side while she was still on the phone and gave Donovan directions by hand.

Feeling a hundred percent better, she found she was able to process things a little more clearly.

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