Picture Me Dead & Hotshot P.I. by Heather Graham

Author:Heather Graham
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2018-04-19T18:39:12+00:00

Chapter 20

It all started with a food fight, something that didn’t even draw Peter Bordon’s attention immediately, since it started far down at the end of the breakfast table.

Violence seldom occurred in the area of the prison where he was incarcerated. The men here were mostly white-collar criminals. They wanted to get out. They had families. Some dreamed of going straight.

They were rarely unruly, much less violent.

It started with flying eggs, but in seconds, there was a melee going. He had no intention of getting involved. He didn’t care if he wore egg or not.

Then someone had him by the shirt collar and he was being dragged across the table. The next thing he knew, he was on the floor, and there were a dozen men on top of him. He could hear whistles and shouts as the guards came rushing in to break it up, but he was more concerned with the elbow slammed into his face, thudding his head against the floor. Punches were raining down all over his body. He was smothering. He yelled, furious, trying to get the men off him. He returned their punches as best he could with the weight on him.

At first he wasn’t even aware of the blade sliding into him....

Then, beneath the pile-up, he knew.

The food fight was a performance, acted out for his benefit alone. Someone knew about the phone call. Any of them might have betrayed him. There was big money involved. Hell, it didn’t even matter who had turned on him. There was always someone who could be bought, no questions asked.

The blade inside him twisted. He screamed, but his voice and his lungs were failing. He had blacked out by the time the guards at last pulled the other prisoners from him.

It had all taken just a few moments of time.

* * *

“The coffee is made—and aren’t you running late?” Nick asked as Ashley made her way through the main house.

“I don’t have to report in until eight now,” she told him.

“Ah, well, that’s good. You look like hell—well, for being young and beautiful, you look like hell, anyway.”

“Thanks—kind of.”

“Look, Ashley, I’m not going to presume to tell you what to do, but you might want to take things a little slower with Dilessio.”

“Um, I might.” Was a dead standstill going to be slow enough? She already regretted her note. For some reason, she had thought he might pound on her door and say something. Hardly likely, and it hadn’t happened. He was on his way up to the center of the state, maybe finally solving the mystery that had plagued him for so long. For his sake, she hoped he found the answers. But she didn’t think that was going to change him.

His concern for the woman he’d loved in the past was greater than any feelings he had for her.

“How was your night out?” she asked her uncle.

“Great. Sharon’s appointment got cancelled, so we went to South Beach for stone crabs, took in a movie on Lincoln Road and walked on the beach.

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