Shivers Box Set: Darkening Around Me\Legacy of Darkness\The Devil's Eye\Black Rose (Shivers (Harlequin E)) by Hancock Barbara J. & Godman Jane & Brown Dawn & Ryan Jenna

Author:Hancock, Barbara J. & Godman, Jane & Brown, Dawn & Ryan, Jenna [Hancock, Barbara J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-01-06T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

“Back so soon, Detective?” Eleri squeezed the doorknob until her knuckles whitened. Just then, it was the only thing keeping her standing. The last thing she needed was a visit from the man. Her sister already had one foot out the door. Catching wind of this might give her that final shove.

Harding looked up from the books on the shelf he’d been inspecting, flashed a feral smile and she fought the urge to recoil. “I’ve missed our chats.”

At least one of them had. She forced her feet to move, taking her into the room until she stood before Harding and another cop she didn’t recognize.

Absently, Harding scratched at his salt-and-pepper hair, leaving careless spikes pointing in all directions. Wrinkled bags pulled beneath his eyes, and his gray-stubbled cheeks sagged giving him an unfortunate hound-dog face. The stink of old cigarettes clung to his rumpled brown suit jacket. He nodded to the man next to him. “This is Detective Miller.”

The younger officer, taller with short blond hair and wearing a suit that didn’t look as though he’d slept in it, flashed a warm smile.

Ah yes, the good cop. “Is there something I can do for you?”

He would ask her to sit down next. These interviews had a flow to them, a sort of script. She’d been in this situation so many times she probably knew Harding’s part as well as her own.

The man didn’t disappoint. He pointed to the Queen Anne chair opposite the leather settee. “Sit down please, Eleri.”

“Would you like a cup of tea? Or Mrs. Voyle could make coffee if you prefer.” Ever the charming hostess, but if experience had taught her anything the more cooperative she was, the sooner she’d get rid of them and back to Brynn.

“Don’t trouble yourself,” Miller said, with another flash of his pearly whites. The man was a walking toothpaste advert. “We won’t keep you long.”

Both men sat at either end of the settee and Eleri lowered herself onto the edge of the soft-cushioned chair. For a moment, no one spoke. Instead they simply sat there, carefully placed points in an odd constellation—Harding and she the farthest apart, the oh-so-attractive Miller between them.

Of course, they’d choose the young, good-looking one to try to charm her and set her at ease with his blindingly bright sorry-about-my-asshole-partner smiles. The hair at the back of her neck bristled.

“We’ve more questions about Matthew Langley. I hope you don’t mind going over the details again,” Miller said, as his partner flipped open his notebook.

She shook her head, cold sweat slicking her skin. “I don’t know what else I can tell you. I wasn’t even on the island when the man worked here, or when he was murdered.”

“Where were you living?” Miller asked.

Her gaze slid to Harding. He already had this information, but he smirked down at his notepad and didn’t meet her eyes.

“Manchester. I worked at a florists, In Bloom,” she added, hoping to move things along. “I’m…I was the store manager.”

“How long did you work there?”

“Almost two years.

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