Under Devil's Snare by S.Y. Thompson

Author:S.Y. Thompson [Thompson, S.Y.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: paranormal, Mystery, lesbian, romance
ISBN: 9781619292031
Publisher: Regal Crest Enterprises
Published: 2014-09-30T03:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

SAM PINCHED THE bridge of her nose in an attempt to stave off a headache. It was almost four in the morning and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a full night of sleep. Unfortunately, there was still too much to do. Between processing the evidence at the river’s edge where the kidnapper dumped Mira Pye and anything collected in the lumber mill itself, it didn’t look like rest was in the forecast anytime soon. She resented the fact that Kessler was at home sleeping. She resented that Kessler had a partner. Hell, she resented Kessler’s very existence.

Since finding out about the Panthera they’d been nothing but a thorn in her side. When Nicky still lived, Sam thought they had no secrets between them. Not for the first time, she wished the Panthera was one Nicky had kept. Realizing the truth of her nature left Sam with mixed emotions about their relationship. Most of the time, she cherished every moment of their lives together. On the rare occasion, like now, Sam considered Nicky’s alter ego. She thought about how Nicky changed into a four-legged creature. No matter what she did Sam couldn’t change the fact that she’d slept with an animal. What did that make her? Sam felt sick.

“Here, you look like you could use this.”

Sam turned in surprise, automatically pressing her forearm to her pistol. She acknowledged the comfort she drew from its presence even as she realized it wasn’t necessary. Shooting the cup from Detective Patricia Hex’s hand wouldn’t make her feel any better and might even be considered an overreaction. Scratch that, she thought. Definitely an overreaction.

“Sorry about that,” Pat offered. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Sam grunted in response but took the hot paper cup. From the gleam in Pat’s eyes, she thought that was precisely her intent. Still, she felt grateful for the coffee. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“You’re welcome.”

Sam’s eyes narrowed. What secrets did Pat keep? Were they anything like Nicky’s? Suddenly ashamed, she attempted to cover it by taking a quick sip of the scalding brew. Pat wasn’t Nicky and Sam wasn’t being fair. She shook off her suspicions. “Thanks for the coffee. I just meant why aren’t you getting some sleep? It’s still early.”

“I guess I couldn’t sleep, too keyed up wondering what you might have found.”

“Nothing,” Sam offered. “At least nothing that particularly stands out.”

“What time did the techs get here?”

“Around three. At least Kessler didn’t keep me waiting too long. I barely had time to collect Lindsay and Mira’s clothing before she let me know they were finished out at the park.”

Hex nodded. “You think the lab will find any trace on their clothing?”

“I sure as hell hope so,” Sam answered gruffly. “We have a better shot at it than finding some random fingerprint. Every schmuck with a television set these days knows to wear gloves. Hair and fibers are a whole lot harder to avoid leaving behind.”

“Unless you’re living in a plastic bubble.”

Sam frowned, reminded of an old movie with a weak plot.

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