by Judy Clemons
Casey nodded, and Tamille held out her fist for Binns to bump it. Binns looked at it for a moment, and left Tamille hanging. “Now we need to follow Mrs. Williams to the station. It’s going to be a long night.”
“One final thing.” Casey slid off the table and grabbed a paper from the desk. “While you were taking care of things earlier, I wrote out my statement. Will this be enough?”
Binns looked it over. “You’ve signed it. Dated it.”
“And got the signatures of two witnesses.” Tamille had signed it, and had threatened Dylan into it, as well. Even though Casey had promised him Tamille wouldn’t kill him and throw his body in a ditch, he was still scared of her. Rightfully so.
“All the details are here?”
“Everything I could remember.”
Binns nodded. “I’ll go over it. I may need some things clarified, but this is a good start.”
Casey hoped it was more than that, since it would be all Binns would ever get.
“And the blackmail folders?”
“I gave them back to the women they belonged to.”
Binns stared at her.
“I figured the guy’s dead, what else is there to do?”
“Ms. Gray, it is not your place to—”
“I gave them all your contact information, okay? Told them that if they want to try to get their assets back they could call you. They can’t press charges anymore, right? Not with him dead?”
Binns took a deep breath through her nose and let it out slowly. “You’re right. But we’ll need to talk more about this. Another time.”
“All right.”
Binns’ phone rang, and she looked at the screen. “I’ve gotta take this.” She held out her hand, and Casey shook it. “We’ll be in touch. Binns here.” She turned away and walked out of the room, right through Death. She shivered visibly, but kept walking.
Tamille looked at Gomez, who was staring at Casey. “Well,” Tamille said to Casey, “I’ll see you later.”
Casey’s throat constricted for more than the fact that she would probably never see her again. “Where are you going? Why are you leaving?”
“It’s late, and I’ve gotta be up early for a session at the dojo. Besides, I think you have something else you need to do.” Tamille smirked. “Don’t stay up too late now.”
“But—”
“Officer Gomez, it’s been a pleasure.”
He was like a deer in the headlights, with wider eyes.
Tamille scooted out of the room, instinctively skirting Death.
Casey looked at Death in a panic, and Death grinned. “He’s all yours, honeybun. Don’t overanalyze the situation, okay? Just…let it be.”
And Death was gone.
Casey and Gomez stared at each other for several very long seconds.
“I guess I’ll be going, then,” Gomez said.
“Yes, of course.”
Neither of them moved.
“Binns will need me.”
“Sure.”
Gomez took a step toward her, and then he was kissing her, his lips soft and warm, so gentle, so sweet. Casey slid her hands up his chest to the back of his neck. His arms went around her waist, pulling her closer, his chest solid against her trembling. Casey ran her fingers into his hair, pulling his head closer, until she thought she couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t stand anymore. His lips, his warmth, his strength.
And then they parted, his arms releasing her as her hands slid back down his chest and away.
“Goodnight, Daisy Gray,” he said.
“Goodnight, Officer Gomez.”
He searched her eyes with his own, then turned and walked away. Even after he had disappeared, and the door to the men’s locker room had clicked quietly shut, Casey stood, watching the way he had gone.
“Good-bye, Manny,” she whispered.
And she went upstairs to retrieve her bag from the vent.
Chapter Thirty-three
“Don Westbrook.”
“Don? It’s Casey.”
“Oh, thank God you called. Where have you been?”
“Don, what is it?”
“Casey…it’s Ricky.”
Oh, God. Death nowhere to be found. Nowhere near, making smart comments. Where was Death?
Where was Death?
“Ricky’s in trouble, Casey.”
No time to consider. No time to even think.
“I’ll be there, Don. Tell him to hold on. Tell him…tell him I’m coming home.”
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Table of Contents
Contents
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Chapter Twenty-eight
Chapter Twenty-nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-one
Chapter Thirty-two
Chapter Thirty-three
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