so far, but I’ll keep you posted.”
Fluharty rose from his desk, signaling the end of their meeting.
Greer moved toward the door. “And thanks again, Sarge, for giving me this chance. I’ll try not to screw it up—literally.”
*
Eva sat in her car in front of the New Hope Tribune building convinced that after today she would understand the police department and maybe Greer Ellis better. Thirty minutes early for a meeting with Tom Merritt to review the information he’d compiled for her, she entertained herself with the navigation system by plotting escape routes from this town. But just like last night, her mind wandered to Greer.
Though the mixture of grief and hard, hot sex puzzled her, it diverted her from the other frustrations in New Hope. Greer had obviously enjoyed herself. The memory released another flood of desire. Eva had recalled Greer’s essence on her body this morning as she showered. She’d tucked her hand between her legs and relived Greer’s forceful penetration and the strength with which she possessed her. When Eva’s body had burst into orgasm with Greer’s fingers still inside her, it was perfect. And as she recalled the moment now, heat poured from her again and dampened her clothing.
Greer’s restrained whimper as she came had infused Eva with the need to hear that passion totally unleashed. Unless her radar was way off, Greer would agree to another round sometime. At least it had seemed that way until JJ showed up and acted like a complete moron. When he mentioned Clare, everything changed. Had Clare prompted that faraway look in Greer’s eyes after sex? Maybe Eva would solve that mystery also today.
Even though Greer still wasn’t firmly on her side, she’d practically hit JJ defending her honor. Surely that meant something. Eva’s father would’ve been proud. She’d masterfully used all available resources, especially Greer Ellis and Tom Merritt, to accomplish her goal. She rubbed between her thighs one final time to calm the ache that seemed a constant companion and got out of the car.
“You’re just in time.” Tom walked up from behind and linked his arm through hers. His red hair was neatly combed and he smelled of too much cologne. “Shall we get to work?”
“Definitely.” She played along, snuggling a bit closer than necessary.
Tom commandeered a small room that looked more like a hallway. The absence of windows made it a bit claustrophobic, and the old wooden walls still reeked of cigarette smoke, scorched coffee, and the mustiness of long-stored paper. File folders covered a round table in the center, where Tom motioned for her to sit.
“You want some coffee or something?”
“No, I’m already buzzing, but thanks.”
He joined her at the table and pointed to the stacks of files. “I searched our databases back ten years. That’s how long Fred Fluharty has supervised the homicide squad. None of the detectives in the unit has been there that long. Jake’s got the most seniority with eight years. I didn’t find much of interest. We don’t have many high-profile cases. They’re mostly open-and-shut drug killings.”
Eva looked at the files on the table, confused. “Then what are these thirty or more folders?”
“Most of them pertain to one case, but I’ll get to that in a minute. The small stuff first.” He reached for the file closest to him. “Someone killed the son of the chancellor of our most prestigious college four years ago in a home invasion. Jake Johnston handled the investigation. It turned out the boy was dealing drugs and wanted a bigger cut, but his supplier took offense. Case closed. No problems with the investigation other than the parents’ denial. Jake eventually found the boy’s notebook where he’d logged every transaction over a two-year period. The parents quieted down after that.”
“What’s next?”
Tom threw that file on the floor and picked up several at once. He fanned through them as he called out their
Fluharty rose from his desk, signaling the end of their meeting.
Greer moved toward the door. “And thanks again, Sarge, for giving me this chance. I’ll try not to screw it up—literally.”
*
Eva sat in her car in front of the New Hope Tribune building convinced that after today she would understand the police department and maybe Greer Ellis better. Thirty minutes early for a meeting with Tom Merritt to review the information he’d compiled for her, she entertained herself with the navigation system by plotting escape routes from this town. But just like last night, her mind wandered to Greer.
Though the mixture of grief and hard, hot sex puzzled her, it diverted her from the other frustrations in New Hope. Greer had obviously enjoyed herself. The memory released another flood of desire. Eva had recalled Greer’s essence on her body this morning as she showered. She’d tucked her hand between her legs and relived Greer’s forceful penetration and the strength with which she possessed her. When Eva’s body had burst into orgasm with Greer’s fingers still inside her, it was perfect. And as she recalled the moment now, heat poured from her again and dampened her clothing.
Greer’s restrained whimper as she came had infused Eva with the need to hear that passion totally unleashed. Unless her radar was way off, Greer would agree to another round sometime. At least it had seemed that way until JJ showed up and acted like a complete moron. When he mentioned Clare, everything changed. Had Clare prompted that faraway look in Greer’s eyes after sex? Maybe Eva would solve that mystery also today.
Even though Greer still wasn’t firmly on her side, she’d practically hit JJ defending her honor. Surely that meant something. Eva’s father would’ve been proud. She’d masterfully used all available resources, especially Greer Ellis and Tom Merritt, to accomplish her goal. She rubbed between her thighs one final time to calm the ache that seemed a constant companion and got out of the car.
“You’re just in time.” Tom walked up from behind and linked his arm through hers. His red hair was neatly combed and he smelled of too much cologne. “Shall we get to work?”
“Definitely.” She played along, snuggling a bit closer than necessary.
Tom commandeered a small room that looked more like a hallway. The absence of windows made it a bit claustrophobic, and the old wooden walls still reeked of cigarette smoke, scorched coffee, and the mustiness of long-stored paper. File folders covered a round table in the center, where Tom motioned for her to sit.
“You want some coffee or something?”
“No, I’m already buzzing, but thanks.”
He joined her at the table and pointed to the stacks of files. “I searched our databases back ten years. That’s how long Fred Fluharty has supervised the homicide squad. None of the detectives in the unit has been there that long. Jake’s got the most seniority with eight years. I didn’t find much of interest. We don’t have many high-profile cases. They’re mostly open-and-shut drug killings.”
Eva looked at the files on the table, confused. “Then what are these thirty or more folders?”
“Most of them pertain to one case, but I’ll get to that in a minute. The small stuff first.” He reached for the file closest to him. “Someone killed the son of the chancellor of our most prestigious college four years ago in a home invasion. Jake Johnston handled the investigation. It turned out the boy was dealing drugs and wanted a bigger cut, but his supplier took offense. Case closed. No problems with the investigation other than the parents’ denial. Jake eventually found the boy’s notebook where he’d logged every transaction over a two-year period. The parents quieted down after that.”
“What’s next?”
Tom threw that file on the floor and picked up several at once. He fanned through them as he called out their
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