to let any kind of personal life interfere with his work.
If, that is, he had a personal life. So far, in the year they’d worked together,
If, that is, he had a personal life. So far, in the year they’d worked together,
Ty hadn’t seen much evidence of one.
“There’s more.” His partner was tugging a cel phone out of his pants,
staring at it, then at a smal white business card he held in his other hand.
“What’s that?”
Gabe tossed the card onto the desk. “I guess you’d cal it a character
reference.”
Glancing at the name and title, Special Agent Steven Ames, Federal
Bureau of Investigation, Atlanta office, Ty could only shake his head in
confusion. “Who’s this guy?”
“The FBI agent who handled her kidnapping case. Apparently they stil keep
in touch, and she’s sure he’l ‘vouch’ for her. Before she left, she asked me to
give him a cal .”
Gabe muttered something else under his breath.
“Huh?”
“I said I guess he works with Mulder and Scul y.”
Ty snickered. “At least she came prepared, knowing you’d need convincing.
”
“I thought she was gonna cal Daddy and ask him to lean on the chief.”
“Wainwright . . . she connected to that Wainwright?”
“I think so.” Gabe plunked some keys on his laptop and made a sound of
disgust. “Yep. Her grandfather was a former senator, and the current Senator
Wainwright is her cousin.”
Ty whistled. “Do you real y think she’d cal in that big a favor, al so she can
feel up some old bones? That’s pretty fuckin’ morbid, man.”
“I don’t know how far this one’s wil ing to go. She seems like a very
determined woman. And it’s not just that she wants to examine them, she
wants to be alone when she does it.”
That sounded sick, twisted, and if it were anybody else, Ty would probably
be advising his partner to ignore the crazy psychic. But he couldn’t deny that
he felt curious about what this woman could do. After al , he’d read the whole
file; he knew what she’d been through, what she’d seen, felt, experienced. Did
he real y think spending a scary night in a graveyard had opened up a
gateway between the woman and the afterlife? No. Not real y. But, if her
statement was to be believed, she had been dead herself that very same
night. Two minutes dead, at least.
He didn’t think his partner knew that, however. Ty wondered if it would make
any difference if he did. No, he didn’t suppose the story would suddenly turn
Gabe Cooper into a Casper believer, rushing out to load up on rock salt for
his shotgun. It might make him look at the woman who seemed to be driving
him a little crazy in a slightly different way, though.
She did seem to be driving him a little crazy. Why else would his usual y
calm, laid-back partner be so worked up about what she wanted? Yeah, it was
off the wal . But this was Savannah, where law firm porters walked invisible
dogs for twenty years after the canines had died, if you believed that Kevin
Spacey movie. They weren’t talking about her getting some kind of sick thril s
off seeing a fresh body—most people wouldn’t know the bones were human if
the skul weren’t there. Besides, al he had to do was say no. But it was as if
Gabe were personal y upset about the request having been made. Interesting.
Very interesting.
“Hey, Cooper, you make a date with that foxy redhead?” a smarmy voice
asked. Kinney .
Ty frowned in distaste. The patrolman tried to watch his tongue whenever
the company was mixed, but Ty had no doubt the n word flew left, right and
center when the man left here. Not to mention lots of crass names for women.
He was an equal opportunity piece of shit.
“She came in with some information on a case,” Gabe said, his tone hard.
Ty suspected his partner didn’t like the other cop any more than he did, though
they’d never discussed it.
“Wel , if you decide to bring her in again and need some help friskin’ her, be
sure to
If, that is, he had a personal life. So far, in the year they’d worked together,
If, that is, he had a personal life. So far, in the year they’d worked together,
Ty hadn’t seen much evidence of one.
“There’s more.” His partner was tugging a cel phone out of his pants,
staring at it, then at a smal white business card he held in his other hand.
“What’s that?”
Gabe tossed the card onto the desk. “I guess you’d cal it a character
reference.”
Glancing at the name and title, Special Agent Steven Ames, Federal
Bureau of Investigation, Atlanta office, Ty could only shake his head in
confusion. “Who’s this guy?”
“The FBI agent who handled her kidnapping case. Apparently they stil keep
in touch, and she’s sure he’l ‘vouch’ for her. Before she left, she asked me to
give him a cal .”
Gabe muttered something else under his breath.
“Huh?”
“I said I guess he works with Mulder and Scul y.”
Ty snickered. “At least she came prepared, knowing you’d need convincing.
”
“I thought she was gonna cal Daddy and ask him to lean on the chief.”
“Wainwright . . . she connected to that Wainwright?”
“I think so.” Gabe plunked some keys on his laptop and made a sound of
disgust. “Yep. Her grandfather was a former senator, and the current Senator
Wainwright is her cousin.”
Ty whistled. “Do you real y think she’d cal in that big a favor, al so she can
feel up some old bones? That’s pretty fuckin’ morbid, man.”
“I don’t know how far this one’s wil ing to go. She seems like a very
determined woman. And it’s not just that she wants to examine them, she
wants to be alone when she does it.”
That sounded sick, twisted, and if it were anybody else, Ty would probably
be advising his partner to ignore the crazy psychic. But he couldn’t deny that
he felt curious about what this woman could do. After al , he’d read the whole
file; he knew what she’d been through, what she’d seen, felt, experienced. Did
he real y think spending a scary night in a graveyard had opened up a
gateway between the woman and the afterlife? No. Not real y. But, if her
statement was to be believed, she had been dead herself that very same
night. Two minutes dead, at least.
He didn’t think his partner knew that, however. Ty wondered if it would make
any difference if he did. No, he didn’t suppose the story would suddenly turn
Gabe Cooper into a Casper believer, rushing out to load up on rock salt for
his shotgun. It might make him look at the woman who seemed to be driving
him a little crazy in a slightly different way, though.
She did seem to be driving him a little crazy. Why else would his usual y
calm, laid-back partner be so worked up about what she wanted? Yeah, it was
off the wal . But this was Savannah, where law firm porters walked invisible
dogs for twenty years after the canines had died, if you believed that Kevin
Spacey movie. They weren’t talking about her getting some kind of sick thril s
off seeing a fresh body—most people wouldn’t know the bones were human if
the skul weren’t there. Besides, al he had to do was say no. But it was as if
Gabe were personal y upset about the request having been made. Interesting.
Very interesting.
“Hey, Cooper, you make a date with that foxy redhead?” a smarmy voice
asked. Kinney .
Ty frowned in distaste. The patrolman tried to watch his tongue whenever
the company was mixed, but Ty had no doubt the n word flew left, right and
center when the man left here. Not to mention lots of crass names for women.
He was an equal opportunity piece of shit.
“She came in with some information on a case,” Gabe said, his tone hard.
Ty suspected his partner didn’t like the other cop any more than he did, though
they’d never discussed it.
“Wel , if you decide to bring her in again and need some help friskin’ her, be
sure to
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