Blood Lines: An addictive and thrilling crime mystery (British Crime with an American Twist Book 5) by Elleby Harper

Author:Elleby Harper [Harper, Elleby]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-12-03T22:00:00+00:00

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Quinn stood outside the building that housed the Perry Grais Standing law firm. The street bustled with impatient energy, busy with cabs and buses taking workers home at the end of a long workday. The frosted glass doors into the building were locked and he fumbled in his jacket pocket for his phone to call Isla to let him in. Just then the door slid aside and Lillian Perry exited.

“Quinn! Are you here to see Isla?” She eyed the bunch of flowers in his hands.

“Yes. We had a bit of a barney last night, so I thought I’d surprise her,” he said with a sheepish grin. “But I forgot the building doors lock automatically at seven.” He checked his phone and noted that it was seven minutes past the hour. “I was just about to call Isla to come down and let me in.”

“Oh, don’t do that, that will spoil your surprise!” Lillian said. “Here, let me unlock the door for you. The lifts still work, so you won’t have any problem getting to the correct floor. Good luck. I hope she forgives you. Isla hasn’t been her usual self today. I’ve never seen her so mopey. You two need to kiss and make up.”

Quinn stepped inside the building, hearing the door snick solidly behind him as Lillian relocked it. He listened to the steady echo of his footsteps ringing out in the eerie silence of the empty foyer and took the solo ride upstairs. The lush carpeting of the reception area and corridor muffled his steps so he approached Isla’s office soundlessly. A combination of sleek frosted and clear glass sheets held in place by steel frames separated the offices. As one of the partners working full-time, Isla had taken over Clementine Grais’s large office.

Closing in on the door to her office, he came up short at the sight of Isla in the embrace of a business-suited man. Within seconds he recognized those huge shoulders, the close-capped head of hair.

What the hell is Idris Carson doing with Isla? The thought ripped through his brain. Several years ago when they both worked the Hackney borough he and Isla had double-dated with Idris and his girlfriend, but that had petered out because so had Idris’s relationship. During that time he and Isla had developed a casual friendship, but he had no idea she’d seen Idris without him.

Idris raised a hand to gently cup Isla’s face in his massive palm. They were talking so quietly and earnestly, Isla’s attention so riveted on Idris she had no clue Quinn was watching her. Isla raised her arms and wrapped them around Idris. He saw her lift onto her tiptoes and bury her face against his neck.

Rooted to the spot, Quinn felt the blood pounding through his temples. What the hell is going on?

His hand clenched over the stems of the roses he held, the cellophane packaging crumbling beneath his grip. He had never previously distrusted her late nights home were due to her workload, now he found himself wondering about her fidelity.

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