The Substitute Sister by Lisa Childs

Author:Lisa Childs [Childs, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Suspense
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2012-03-11T17:41:42+00:00

“SO THERE’S NO WAY, then?” Reed asked, needing confirmation. The wind picked up, messing with the reception of his cell. He’d had to repeat his question a couple of times to the former FBI agent, as he walked from his cottage back to the Scott mansion…and Sasha.

“No way. I checked with the techs, as well as checking out the crime-scene photos myself. By the blood spray, the carotid artery was cut. Several pints of blood lost. Nobody could have lived through that,” Royce Graham said. The ex-Fed was a friend of Dylan Matthews, the sheriff of Winter Falls.

“And the blood matched the DNA evidence we lifted from Nadine’s hairbrush?” he asked, even though he had a faxed copy of the report that stated the answer to his question, the reason he’d called Sasha and told her of her sister’s death.

“You know all this, Blakeslee. You’re a pro—Detroit Homicide.”

“A couple years ago,” he interrupted. He’d not had anything more serious than a drunken brawl to handle since becoming sheriff.

Through the phone, Reed caught the rustle of paper then a hard crunch. The Tracker, as the agent was known, had a weakness for butterscotch candies. Reed far preferred the sweetness of Sasha’s mouth.

He stifled a groan as his body hardened, as he remembered again the passion of their kisses at dawn. He couldn’t afford the distraction, not now, not when someone had tried to hurt Sasha. He had to do everything in his power to keep her safe, even check out a dead woman’s alibi.

Along with the crunching of his candy, Royce Graham threw out a comment, “From what Dylan has said, a couple of years out of the fray isn’t going to be enough to make you rusty.”

No, he wasn’t rusty. But he felt damned old. Sasha’s frantic call in the middle of the night had shaken him. God, if she’d been hurt any worse…

He couldn’t think about that, couldn’t think about her hurt. The sight of her bruised wrist had struck him like a blow to the gut…as had her kisses.

But he couldn’t allow that to distract him. He couldn’t let her distract him, so he forced his mind from their kisses.

“The fray?” he repeated, his mind latching on to that.

“Fray—Detroit. Same difference.”

Same difference. A long way from Sunset Island.

The wind whipped up off the lake as the clouds moved in, obscuring the sun. He quickened his stride as he headed back up the hill, toward the Scott Mansion. Hopefully, she was still sleeping, still safe…

“Royce, thanks a lot for—”

“Repeating what you already knew. You didn’t say—why are you double-checking the crime scene? You got a suspect?”

“Just making sure I didn’t overlook anyone.” Like the dead woman herself.

“If you need anything else…”

“Thanks.” But he hoped he wouldn’t. He hoped to find Nadine’s killer soon, before he…or she killed again.

He clicked his phone shut and shoved it in his shirt pocket. Raindrops splattered the back of his hand. He lengthened his strides, hoping to reach the cover of the porch before the threatening clouds released a deluge.

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