“Don’t worry about it, Ms. Montgomery, I have a whole department at my disposal; we’ll find Mr. Harris,” he promised.
Sari Montgomery opened her office door, moved inside, and shut it with a decisively quiet snap. Although she’d been a detective for eight years, few saw beyond the statuesque elegant woman with rich auburn hair and intelligent green eyes. Consequently, people tended to underestimate her abilities which worked in her favour, guaranteeing the breathing room required to gather pertinent evidence necessary in building a solid case to convict a perpetrator.
They’d been friends for over 40 years. The last thing he’d expected to do was stand over his dear friends dead body at a crime scene. It only made him even more determined the scum bag wouldn’t get away and he was eve more fastidious than usual if that was possible to gather every piece of possible evidence at the scene. If it took all night, so be it!
Everyone had one foible, didn’t they? Macy thought them adorable as she reflected on Stacy and how she chewed her bottom lip while Sandy quirked an eyebrow, and she herself tended to pull on her earlobe when she was concentrating. Although some considered them pretentious, she’d long ago decided they were habits that had developed somehow at some point at some time for some reason. Not great in a poker player, she thought, but she wasn’t playing poker.
In abject frustration, Marcy hung her head groaned then grumbled in a whisper, “Why? Why? Why?” which caught Amy’s attention and had her looking across at her. Marcy immediately forstalled questions by holding up a hand indicating she didn’t want to talk about it before scrubbing her face with her hands.
The mournful sound of a distant train whistle, the howl of a pup, the smell of spring and a dust cloud from a passing vehicle encroached upon Jenna’s wayward thoughts which kept straying to the sight she’d witnessed upon her arrival that morning and the subsequent call to 911.
Although he hadn’t said so, she could tell both Aaron and Graham were scared. They had every right to be. Her knees hadn’t stopped knocking and her hands trembled at the horrible situation and the serious implications. “God in heaven!”
Lately, Johnathan Frazer had been painted as a man of ill repute. One or two articles intent on discrediting him weren’t surprising, particularly on a hot topic like crime and politics. Since both were involved here, he’d expected nothing less.
Andy Smith was visibly shaking as she drove home after practically being accosted by the woman at the benefit. They’d finished the speeches and meal and were heading out on the dance floor when a garish looking woman came roaring toward her, arms outstretched,
An exception to every rule Hanson McCormick thought and in this case, especially, proved to be true. Sarah Monroe the woman he’d been following for nearly two weeks after in-depth research of her activities, appeared innocent.
She’d heard via the grapevine that Stanton Bradley was a fair and decent man and he was known for weighing his decisions with logic and reason. So she was a little apprehensive about the meet, but not overly concerned. S
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