Secrets 01 - Killing Me Softly by Maggie Shayne

Author:Maggie Shayne [Shayne, Maggie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Romantic Suspense Fiction, Suspense, Thrillers, General, Police Procedural, Mystery & Detective, Vermont, Murder, Man-Woman Relationships, Mystery Fiction, Police, Murder - Investigation, Crime, Malicious Accusation
ISBN: 9780778327936
Google: 4pEoWXSDWSwC
Amazon: 0778327930
Publisher: MIRA
Published: 2010-06-29T05:00:00+00:00

10

Ten o’clock in the morning, and Bryan was sitting in a room in the county morgue, behind a glass door with wire mesh between the panes. He was thinking that mesh wasn’t nearly enough between himself and the occasional police uniform moving through the hallway beyond.

Dawn sat across from him, her eyes wide, their movements jerky, as she took in the room. She hadn’t slept well last night. Hell, he hadn’t, either. All he’d wanted was to crawl into bed with her, pull her into his arms and kiss her the way he’d been dying to kiss her ever since she’d come home.

But he hadn’t. Because he didn’t think he could touch her and not fall head over heels in love again. And because he wasn’t going to let that happen until and unless he knew for sure that she would stay. And because right now, he couldn’t even promise her that he would stay, and it would be just as cruel if she fell hard for him and then he wound up serving life in prison.

So there was no choice but to keep things between them cool. No sex. No kissing. No passion and no love.

Although, most of the time, there was a tiny voice somewhere deep inside his brain, laughing at him for thinking he had any say in the matter. Those things were already happening in his imagination. In hers, too, he would bet.

He didn’t like seeing her uncomfortable and it was clear this place made her antsy. There were six refrigerated “drawers” along one wall, situated in two rows of three. No way to tell if they were occupied, but at least there were no bodies lying around the room. No sheet-draped tables. Only bare, shiny ones. And equipment and cabinets and lights and tools.

Dawn was scared, though. Bryan knew her well enough to know that. There had to be a lot of ghosts in a place like this, and maybe they were finally communicating with her again. She looked about ready to jump off her stool and make a run for the door.

“You okay?” he asked softly. She met his eyes, nodded once.

Nick stood just inside the doorway, leaning back against it as if he would keep anyone from coming in. He’d hustled them in through a rear door, then led them down a single flight of stairs, through a dim hall and straight into this room after meeting them in a pay-parking lot a block away. It had taken him only five minutes to set this up and call Bryan back with the details.

The guy had clout.

Dr. Rita Westcott eyed Nick as if he were Bobby De Niro stepped right off the silver screen just to see her before returning her attention to the computer. “I’m taking a risk, giving you this information.”

“Who, me?” Nick asked in apparent shock. “What risk? Haven’t you heard? They reinstated me, Rita, just for this case. You can’t get into any trouble for talking to a bona fide cop.

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