He was too rigid about proper behavior, and murder certainly wasnât proper behavior. He was also too concerned with his public image.
Yet in the back of her mind there was a seed of doubt. It was around that time that he had dropped his attempts to win a federal judgeship, a position sheâd known he wanted. Badly.
She dismissed the disloyal thought, took another bite, then rose. âI have to go, Detective.â
âAre you going home now?â
âYes.â
âIâll go with you.â His gaze dueled with hers, warming her with the attention, the perusal that seemed to peel her layers back one at a time. Wanting to study him in the same wayâtoo muchâshe dragged her gaze away. She distrusted the sparks that streaked between them. He was everything she disliked, a macho man who felt he should always be in charge.
âNo.â She wanted to be alone when she surveyed the ruin again. She wanted to replace the underwear and bring some semblance of order to her home before anyone saw it. It was her life that lay in shambles there.
Or perhaps she didnât want Detective Gaynor in particular to see her vulnerability. Of all people, he was the last one she wanted to see the house as it was.
He rose with a lazy grace that belied his size. âThanks for the time. If you think of anything elseââ
âIâll call you,â she said quickly. âWhy is the Prescott case being opened now?â she asked after a pause.
âIâm the low man on the totem pole now,â he said. âI get what they assign, and right now itâs a few of the cold cases. Iâm sure you know that many of them are being reopened because of technology advances.â
âBut isnât there a separate cold case unit?â
âThere is. Apparently someone wants to keep me out of trouble,â he said with an affable grin.
She tried to tamp down the little jerk in her chest, stronger than it had been the last time heâd smiled. âBut why Prescott?â
âWhy not?â he replied, and ambled out of the office.
She stared at the empty doorway, suddenly wishing sheâd not turned down his offer. Somehow the âWhy not?â didnât answer her question. It only piqued her curiosity.
She should have pushed him more. And maybe ⦠she should have someone with her when she returned home.
But her refusal was not entirely because she didnât want him to see the shambles at home. She didnât want to admit her fear. Not to him. Not to herself.
She wouldnât give anyone that victory.
She could protect herself. Sheâd practiced at the police shooting range and had a gun permit, though she hadnât carried a weapon since sheâd left the district attorneyâs office.
She planned to remedy that today and felt it was something she needed to do on her own. Between the attacks on her and her home and the effect Detective Gaynor had on her, sheâd lost enough control over the last few days.
seven
N EW O RLEANS
Charles Rawson closed the door to his luxurious office and picked up his phone. He was so angry that his fingers shook as he pushed one number and the memory on his phone did the rest.
âAre you responsible for what happened to my daughter?â he said before any pleasantries were exchanged.
âShe wasnât hurt.â
âShe might well have been. A friend from the police department called me. Dammit, you didnât have to destroy her home.â
âThere was no question of âmight.â The orders were quite clear. It will keep her busy for a while, wonât it?â
Charles sat back in his chair and drew a long breath, trying to cool his anger. He had not expected this violent reaction to his news that his daughter had found out about her half sister and intended to try to find her.
âLeave her alone,â he said.
âI will, if you do your part. Control her,
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