Gia (Women of Privilege Book 1) by Bundy Bridget

Author:Bundy, Bridget [Bundy, Bridget]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-11-26T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

I meet Detective Lucas Parker at Orleans Square in Savannah, Georgia. He’s sitting on a bench facing the German Memorial Fountain, holding a sandwich with both hands. He’s watching the kids dash across the grass, playing tag.

It’s rare I take time to sit in a park like this and let the world fly by. I get no satisfaction from it, and whatever this cop is absorbing from his visit here is beyond my understanding.

“Detective Parker,” I remark as I approach him.

He wipes his right hand on his pants, stands up, and gives me a firm handshake.

“Thank you for meeting me on such short notice, Miss Briggs.”

“Sure.”

“Have a seat,” he says.

I do as he requests, but I make sure to leave room between us. He covers his sandwich with flimsy plastic and places it on the other side of his body away from me. He picks up a covered plastic cup from off the ground and sips his drink. He finishes it off with a heavy sigh and a wipe of his mouth with a napkin he took from his pants pocket.

“Sorry about that,” he says. “I take my dinners whenever I can. I’ve been real busy.”

“We could have met another time,” I remark. I say it out of courtesy. I don’t really mean it. I want to know why Nick is a person of interest.

“No, no, no, this is fine. Usually, I’m questioning people in their homes or in the station. This is a good change. The fresh air, the fountain, and all the good folks of Savannah.”

Detective Parker doesn’t seem like a cop to me. He’s all relaxed, but he’s dressed professionally in a mustard colored button down collar shirt and dark pants. His tie is paisley. His suit jacket is folded neatly on the back of the bench. He has a grey patch on top of his jet black hair, and his beard is trimmed with strands of silver, giving him an almost middle-aged fatherly appeal. He’s not overweight, but he does have a little gut. Honestly, he looks very familiar, but I don’t remember where I’ve seen him before.

“Isn’t this a beautiful park?” He looks around as if he made it himself. “Makes me feel like I’m part of history. What do you know about the German Memorial Fountain?”

“Not much,” I reply with complete disinterest.

“They didn’t teach you Georgia history in school?”

“I took a class, but it didn’t stick.”

He tilts his head sideways and says, “That’s a real shame. There are many things you can learn from history. Take this fountain, for instance.”

“I’ve been out of school for a long time. I’m not here for that.”

He’s surprised by my straightforwardness. “Very little patience, I see.” Detective Parker chuckles. “Well, I can’t expect my passions to rub off on others.”

“Detective, what did you want?” I ask impatiently.

“Okay,” he says as he shifts to face me. “You used to take care of Grace Moran?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know her son, Nicholas Moran?”

“Yes.”

“How often did he go over to her house?

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