Hed never make a mistake like that.
Breathing away the momentary panic, assuring himself that no woman had dared to get the better of him, he turned on the water in the sink and let it run hot before he picked up the soap and plunged his hands beneath the spray. After hed washed his hands, using a brush to get rid of any trace of blood or skin beneath his nails, he opened the medicine cabinet. He pulled out rubbing alcohol, medicated ointment and plastic bandages to doctor the scratch hed made, reveling in the sharp bite of pain that cleared his thoughts.
You were too smart. Too careful. The voice praised him, stroking his ego and fueling his pride. You didnt make any mistakes.
Damn right I didnt. His heart rate slowed and his breathing evened out as the utter self-assurance of his actions returned.
Once he had finished doctoring his wound, he returned to the bedroom to remove the last of his clothes. Using his undershirt as a barrier to keep from touching any buttons, he picked up the remote and turned off the blonde liar and the morning news.
Then he stepped into the shower to clean up and get dressed for work.
Chapter Three
You let Janie close up the store all by herself that late at night? Boone braced one hand on the cash register and leaned over the counter at the Robins Nest Florist Shop.
I trust her with my keys. Shes my assistant manager Trusted. She was my
After eleven oclock? In the dark? Knowing that bastard was running around out there?
We close at nine p.m. Why was she here that late?
You tell me.
Boone couldnt keep the raw tinge of frustration out of his voice, and knew that the clipped tone and deep pitch and bulk of his shoulders were probably more intimidation than the brown-haired woman hugging the design book to her chest could handle. But damn it all, that redheaded detective in the suit had run him out of the alley where Janie had been found, and then set up a brick wall of a K-9 cop and his German shepherd sidekick to keep him away from the crime scene.
Normally, he was a patient man, a methodical investigator. But this crime burned far too close to the heart. His family was his responsibility, and hed already failed if his sister had suffered so and ended up dead. He needed answers to why this unthinkable act of violence had happenedand he needed them sooner rather than later if he was going to have any chance of assuaging the guilt and rage and grief thundering along with every blood cell in his veins. If KCPD wouldnt let him comb through the crime scene with fresh eyes, then his next best avenue was to retrace Janies steps yesterday and start talking to the people shed had contact with.
The jingle of a bell over the shops front door should have served as a warning to rethink this interview.
Were closed today. The woman glanced at the intruder, maybe hoping for a polite escape, but the approaching customer only made him lower his voice and lean in closer.
How long had Janie been working for you?
The shopkeepers blue eyes darted back to his. Almost a year.
And those were her regular hours? Did she close every night?
We traded off. She tried to look away again.
Was it a regular routine? The same nights each week? Something that anyone watching this place for any length of time could pick up on?
The blue eyes widened in shock and focused on him again. I didnt realize I was putting her in danger like that. Yes, I suppose shed had the same schedule for a couple of months
Are you Robin? Boone sniffed jasmine in the air a split-second before the softly articulate voice beside him spoke. The blonde in the brown trench coat rested a warning hand on his forearm, and the skin beneath his jacket danced at the unexpected touch.
Suspicion colored the shopkeepers voice. Yes?
The lady cop psychologist who smelled better than any fragrance in the floral shop extended her hand. Im Dr. Kate Kilpatrick, KCPD. Im a psychologist with the department and a public liaison officer.
The other woman set her design book on the counter and reached over to shake Kates hand. Im Robin Carter. I own this shop.
Dr. Kates steady voice and calm presence were quickly defusing both the florists fears and Boones own unthinking rudeness. My colleague, Sheriff Harrison, here brings up a good point. For women, especially, its smart to vary your schedule from time to time when it comes to personal safety. I know it can be hard to close the shop at different times, but dont work late every night, park in different locations, have someone meet you here from time to time, and so on. Perhaps sensing that he had a dubious control over his emotions again, she pulled her hand away and tucked it into the pocket of her coat. People with predictable routines make themselves easier targets for a mugger or rapist to ambush.
The shopkeepers skin paled beneath the blush on her cheeks. I never thought of that. Ill make sure my entire staff knows. Thank you.
Boones emotions might be in check, but that didnt mean he was finished here. Ms. Carter and I were just having a little chat.
Say, do you mind if I ask you a few questions? Did Kate Kilpatrick just nudge her shoulder between him and the counter? Pushing him out of this conversation? Her move was subtle, putting a few more inches of protective distance between him and the woman he wanted to talk to. Where were you last night? When was the last time you actually saw or talked to Miss Harrison? And was she alone?
Fine. Questions he would have asked. As long as they got answered, he wouldnt nudge back.
I had to leave early in the afternoon for a doctors appointment. Kate waited expectantlya patient ploy that often made a witness nervous enough to keep on sharing information to fill the silence. The woman had interrogation skills, for sure. Robin Carter tucked a lock of coffee-colored hair behind her ear and continued. I was at the Lyddon-Wells Clinic. Ive been going through in vitro procedures, trying to get pregnant via a sperm donor. You know, single career womanbiological clock ticking and all that. Yesterday the doctor called me in for a pregnancy report. Janie knew it was important to me, so she volunteered to switch nights with me. I left at three-thirty, and except for any customers she might have had, she was alone.
Did you get the results you wanted?
Robin hugged her arms in front of her and shook her head. It didnt take this time, either. He suggested I look at adopting.
Boone didnt pretend to know about how a woman might feel if her hopes for a pregnancy fell through. His ex had put off starting a family year after year until he finally realized that shed put their marriage on hold, too.
But apparently, Kate understood. Im sorry about the baby. Do you know who Janie was seeing?
Boone tipped his hat back on his head at the abrupt change of topic. Catching the witness off guard was another smart tactic. Hed learned all the same interrogation strategies, but Dr. Kates skills put his to shame today.
No, Robin answered. But I think it was pretty serious.
That was the first Boone had heard of a new man in his sisters life. Screw keeping his distance. He leaned forward again, his chest butting into Kates shoulder. Janie was in a serious relationship?