too angry for too many reasons and assumed that her expressionless face spoke her mind. He should have known better than to take anyone at face value. Hell, he did know better. Still, there was physical evidence.
“How do you think your fingerprints got in her apartment, Doctor?”
She slowly shook her head. “I don’t know. I have wracked my brain, trying to figure it out.”
She glanced down at her watch. “I have to make my rounds now, Detective. Here’s my card. I wrote my cell number on the back, but I won’t have it with me while I do rounds. If you need to talk further today, my secretary wil be able to reach me.” She stood up, pul ed a little at the scarf around her neck. She hesitated, then caught his eyes once more. “I didn’t mean to look at your desk, Detective Reagan, but I did see the ME report you were reading when I came in. On the little boy.”
His eyes narrowed. He could feel the blood heating his cheeks. “It wasn’t your business, Doctor. It’s still not.”
“I know. I just wanted to say… I’m sorry. You see a great deal in your job. I imagine it leaves you angry when you might not want to be.”
She was absolving him of responsibility. How ironic. “You see a lot, too.”
Her smile was both self-deprecating and sad. “Not the same. Not little kids. I tried to work with the abused kids once, when I first started out. I couldn’t.” She tilted her head, her regard steady. “That surprises you.”
That he was so transparent was more than a little annoying. “A little, yeah.”
“You don’t trust psychiatrists.”
“You have your function, Doctor, and I have mine.”
Her lips curved. “Meaning, go treat the sick people, but stay out of my head. Fair enough, Detective.” She pul ed on her coat while he watched, his fingers itching to assist, his brain telling him to stay back. “I’l be in touch if I remember anything new. You’l let me know if my fingerprints turn up anywhere else?”
He smiled in spite of himself. “I will. Thanks for coming in. And… my sister-in-law sends her regards.”
39
Karen Rose
[Suspense 5]
You Can't Hide
She nodded. “Kristen is a good friend. Tell her I said right back at her.” She started for the open doorway leading to the stairs and stopped. Murphy stood there, his hands in his pockets, his brows crunched together.
“Tess. I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“I didn’t intend to come up.” She edged past him and Murphy turned with her, gripping her arm, his eyes intense.
“I’m sorry, Tess. I should have never even considered it.”
Even from across the room Aidan could feel the chill as her eyes shuttered and her voice stilled. Once again he could see the woman who’d sat in the courtroom, pronouncing the words that set a kil er free. Careful y she rotated her arm, pul ing free of Murphy’s grip. “No, you really shouldn’t have. I’ve dropped off some reading material. Have a good day, Todd.” Then she was gone, leaving Murphy’s hand outstretched, his face grim.
Turning on his heel, Murphy dropped in his chair and stared at his desk for a minute before seeing the ME’s report on little Danny Morris. He swal owed hard. “Fuck. That’s just a fuckin’
perfect way to start the day.”
Aidan got them both coffee, perching on the edge of Murphy’s desk, which butted up against his own. “Murphy, tell me what happened between you and Ciccotelli. Kristen says you know something about an attack last year.”
Murphy cradled his cup in his hands. “It’s cold out there.”
“It was cold in here a few minutes ago.”
Murphy grunted. “Fuck that, too.” But he blew out a breath and settled deep into his chair.
“About two weeks after Green’s day in court Tess was asked to evaluate another suspect.”
“This must have been before she lost her contract with the city.”
Murphy looked up sharply. “Yeah, before then. This guy she was supposed to evaluate was a bad actor, murdered his
“How do you think your fingerprints got in her apartment, Doctor?”
She slowly shook her head. “I don’t know. I have wracked my brain, trying to figure it out.”
She glanced down at her watch. “I have to make my rounds now, Detective. Here’s my card. I wrote my cell number on the back, but I won’t have it with me while I do rounds. If you need to talk further today, my secretary wil be able to reach me.” She stood up, pul ed a little at the scarf around her neck. She hesitated, then caught his eyes once more. “I didn’t mean to look at your desk, Detective Reagan, but I did see the ME report you were reading when I came in. On the little boy.”
His eyes narrowed. He could feel the blood heating his cheeks. “It wasn’t your business, Doctor. It’s still not.”
“I know. I just wanted to say… I’m sorry. You see a great deal in your job. I imagine it leaves you angry when you might not want to be.”
She was absolving him of responsibility. How ironic. “You see a lot, too.”
Her smile was both self-deprecating and sad. “Not the same. Not little kids. I tried to work with the abused kids once, when I first started out. I couldn’t.” She tilted her head, her regard steady. “That surprises you.”
That he was so transparent was more than a little annoying. “A little, yeah.”
“You don’t trust psychiatrists.”
“You have your function, Doctor, and I have mine.”
Her lips curved. “Meaning, go treat the sick people, but stay out of my head. Fair enough, Detective.” She pul ed on her coat while he watched, his fingers itching to assist, his brain telling him to stay back. “I’l be in touch if I remember anything new. You’l let me know if my fingerprints turn up anywhere else?”
He smiled in spite of himself. “I will. Thanks for coming in. And… my sister-in-law sends her regards.”
39
Karen Rose
[Suspense 5]
You Can't Hide
She nodded. “Kristen is a good friend. Tell her I said right back at her.” She started for the open doorway leading to the stairs and stopped. Murphy stood there, his hands in his pockets, his brows crunched together.
“Tess. I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“I didn’t intend to come up.” She edged past him and Murphy turned with her, gripping her arm, his eyes intense.
“I’m sorry, Tess. I should have never even considered it.”
Even from across the room Aidan could feel the chill as her eyes shuttered and her voice stilled. Once again he could see the woman who’d sat in the courtroom, pronouncing the words that set a kil er free. Careful y she rotated her arm, pul ing free of Murphy’s grip. “No, you really shouldn’t have. I’ve dropped off some reading material. Have a good day, Todd.” Then she was gone, leaving Murphy’s hand outstretched, his face grim.
Turning on his heel, Murphy dropped in his chair and stared at his desk for a minute before seeing the ME’s report on little Danny Morris. He swal owed hard. “Fuck. That’s just a fuckin’
perfect way to start the day.”
Aidan got them both coffee, perching on the edge of Murphy’s desk, which butted up against his own. “Murphy, tell me what happened between you and Ciccotelli. Kristen says you know something about an attack last year.”
Murphy cradled his cup in his hands. “It’s cold out there.”
“It was cold in here a few minutes ago.”
Murphy grunted. “Fuck that, too.” But he blew out a breath and settled deep into his chair.
“About two weeks after Green’s day in court Tess was asked to evaluate another suspect.”
“This must have been before she lost her contract with the city.”
Murphy looked up sharply. “Yeah, before then. This guy she was supposed to evaluate was a bad actor, murdered his
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