Immortal Distraction by Elizabeth Finn Page B

kid.”
    “After he saw you, what happened? Did he threaten you? Did he say anything to you at all?”
    “Nah, man. Would have though. I think he would have killed me for sure. There was a group of kids suddenly shouting and carrying on by the street. They wasn’t close, but it startled him and he ran. Didn’t say nothin’, just run off. And he run fast too, man. Like way faster as I can run. Just gone. I tried to help the girl, man, but she was gone. Like eyes open dead gone. Couldn’t do nothin’ for it. Ain’t never gonna forget those eyes, man. Just open wide and dead.” He was back to shaking his head. He was staring at his lap and just shaking his head back and forth over and over again.
    “Could you pick him out of a photo lineup?” She wanted to cross her fingers, say a prayer, hold her breath, and anything else that might make this desperate wish of hers come true, but she sat stoically calm as she waited for his answer.
    “Yeah. Shit yeah. I ain’t gonna forget that face.” Hallelujah!
    Kissing the witness would be inappropriate, so instead she offered him a pop and excused herself from the room. Humphreys had a smug smirk on his fat, pudgy face; it was as close to a smile as the man owned, and it had her grinning from ear to ear.
    “Well we may not be able to find our perp, but I’m guessing after tonight, we’ll at least have a solid witness on record that can finger him for it. It’s as close to victory as we’re going to get right now.” She couldn’t get the grin off her face.
    “Got that right, Sutton. I’ll get the photos lined up. You owe that man a pop.” Hell, she’d pack his crack pipe for him if she could.
    Brit didn’t get to sleep that night, and by morning, they had a positive ID on their suspect—one Driscoll DeMarco was seen devouring the neck of a fifteen-year-old runaway by the name of Ruby Pierson. She had no business being in that park at that hour. She had no business running away from home two months prior. And she sure as hell had no business dying a brutal death before she ever had the chance to get clean and live a life.
    Brit was exhausted. And while she’d not forgotten that her suspect had cannibalized the victim or the wild tales of long-fanged canine teeth or even the swift moving phantom in the middle of the night, those details had taken a back seat to the fact that she had a witness that could place her suspect at the scene with the victim. It wasn’t until Brit finally got home late morning and sacked out on her couch that those revelations, those likely drug-starved paranoid ramblings, caught up to her once again. And Angus came to mind.
    She drifted off to sleep, still wearing her jeans and shirt. It would only be a short nap, but she needed some sleep if she was going to be worth anything at all later on when she and Humphreys were to meet at the precinct. She drifted off to the tick of her wall clock and the occasional sound of tires crushing through snow outside on the street.
    When a hand touched the top of her thigh, she moaned and warmth was flowing through her body. She heard his purring voice as his body moved up along hers, but she was too comfortable enjoying the touch to open her eyes. She wanted to feel him. His voice was warm and deep as he spoke in her ear, but she couldn’t hear his words. She was entirely too focused on his hands that were gently pushing up under her shirt.
    When he latched his mouth to her nipple and pulled it into his mouth, she moaned and arched her back. Then his hand pushed roughly past the waist of her pants, and they were off. Mere seconds had her naked under his body. She could feel his muscular build bearing down on her, and his cock was twitching and moving against her stomach. He pulled at her nipple, roughly sucking and lashing his tongue across the hard peak. And as he pushed her legs out wide, one hanging off the couch and the other pushed hard against the back, she could feel the length of him snug