Werewolves in London (Peyton Brooks, FBI Book 3) by Hamilton M.L

Author:Hamilton, M.L. [Hamilton, M.L.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: 1
Published: 2015-01-08T05:00:00+00:00

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Marco’s cell phone rang, showing an incoming video. He snatched it off his desk and accepted the call, waiting for the video to connect. He couldn’t believe his heart was pounding with excitement. God, he wanted her home.

Her face appeared on the screen. She was lying in bed like last time, leaning back against the pillows, his jersey on. He smiled. “Hey, sweetheart, I like where we have these nightly talks. Wish I could be there with you.”

She laughed. She looked tired, but relaxed. “How are you?”

“I’m fine. Is Bambi out again?”

“Yeah, with our Scotland Yard contact, Caleb Abbott.” She tried for a British accent and failed.

He laughed. “Does she stay out all night?”

“She probably will tonight. Yesterday she got in about 1:00 or so.”

“She’s moving fast with this guy.”

“I think that’s Bambi’s M.O. So, you’re still at work. I recognize the office.”

“Yeah, we’ve got this case. Brad Peterson. I played football with him in high school, then he went on to the pros and played for the Bills about eight years. He shot someone in his house or he didn’t shoot someone, but he’s taking the fall for it.”

“Huh, wife?”

“Yeah, maybe. I don’t know. The whole thing’s hinky. I wish you were here to look it over. We can’t get an ID on the dead guy. I called Rosa and asked her if she could put some pressure on her people for a CODIS ID.”

“What’d she say?”

“She’ll try, but DNA doesn’t come back as quick in real life as the movies. Why do I feel annoyed whenever I talk to her?”

Peyton laughed. “Remember that, especially while I’m gone.”

“You’re all I think about, baby.”

She smiled, then the video froze. A moment later, it disappeared from the screen. Marco tried to dial her back, but it didn’t work. Disappointment slammed into him. This was their only time together and they were going to be robbed of it by technology?

Grabbing his cane, he hurried around the desk and out to Carly’s space where Jake was working. Stan happened to be with him, messing with something on Jake’s computer screen.

“Get her back!” he ordered, shoving the phone at Jake.

“What?”

“Peyton! Get her back!”

Jake and Stan exchanged a look, then Stan took the phone.

“What’s got your panties all in a bunch, Adonis?”

Marco watched Stan mess with the phone. They had to get her back for him. He would not be denied this.

“What are you doing?” he snapped at Jake.

“We’re trying to run Abe’s program and pinpoint exactly where someone had to stand in order to shoot the John Doe. Stan thinks he might be able to estimate the shooter’s height.”

Marco felt guilty for snapping at him. “That’s good, but what are you doing about getting me a secretary?”

“I have someone coming in tomorrow morning.”

Marco felt worse. “Fine.” He heard the connecting sound for the video and looked over at Stan.

“Hey, Peyton,” said Stan, beaming at her. “Captain lost the feed.”

“Hey, Stan, thanks for getting it back.”

Stan’s face flushed with pride. “So is that your hotel room?”

“Yeah.

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