Vulnerable (Morgans of Nashville) by Mary Burton

Author:Mary Burton [Burton, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2016-03-29T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Thursday, October 5, 9:00 P.M.

Overhead lights of the Nashville Police Department’s parking lot hummed as Georgia crossed to her car. She left Deke at the medical examiner’s office hours ago and returned to her lab where she spent several hours processing a robbery scene. As she cut across the lot she could only think about food. She was starving.

“Georgia!”

She turned at the sound as a tall, lean man stepped from the shadows. He wore a dark blue shirt from a local garage that skimmed his muscled biceps and chest. His black beard was thick and his dark hair tied back.

She looked around the lot, irritated she’d not paid more attention to her surroundings before she walked out of the building. “Can I help you?”

“I’m Hal West. Carrie’s boyfriend.”

She reached in her purse, thumbing the canister of mace she always carried. “Right. The guy that likes to put bruises on the mother of his child. How the hell are you, Hal?”

He held up a crumpled napkin. “I found this in her purse. When I asked her what it was about she got real jumpy. Mind telling me what my girl is doing with your number?”

Jamming her thumb under the safety on the mace, she hoped this jerk stepped closer. “I told her that when she’s tired of being your punching bag to call me.” She was outmuscled, but knew if she showed any kind of fear he would take the offensive. “When she wises up, I’ll see to it she leaves you for good.”

“Fuck you.” He ripped the napkin and threw it on the ground. “You got no business in my life.”

She pulled her phone from her back pocket and hit the 911 speed dial icon. “You got no business beating on a woman half your size, pal. Let’s see how badass you are when the cops show up in less than a minute.”

He advanced a step, his fists clenched. In the distance she heard sirens and knew valuable seconds would separate her from the cops being able to stop real trouble.

“Is there a problem here?” The deep male voice belonged to Jake Bishop.

Georgia looked past Hal to see Jake standing outside the circle’s edge of light. His feet were braced, his hand rested on his gun as if hoping.

Hal’s gaze remained locked on Georgia. “I’m having a conversation with the lady. She’s glad to see me.”

Georgia shook her head. “Detective Bishop, I’ve told Hal here the cops are on the way.”

“What’s the issue, Hal?”

Hal stared at Georgia, grinding his teeth as if he were chewing on a bit. “Nothing. I got no problem.”

“He hurt you in any way,” Jake asked Georgia.

“Nope.”

“Threats?”

“Nothing to charge him with.” There would be no holding Hal tonight, but that didn’t mean the trouble was over.

A marked squad car raced into the lot and stopped, catching the trio in the headlights. An officer got out of the car. “What’s the trouble?”

Hal shook his head. “No trouble.”

“Then leave,” Jake ordered.

Hal flexed his fists, but he turned and moved along the line of parked cars until he reached a beat-up truck.

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