Lisa Scottoline - Daddy's Girl

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Natalie Greco loves being a law professor, even though she can't keep her students from cruising sex.com during class and secretly feels like Faculty Comic Relief. She loves her family, too, but as a bookworm, doesn't quite fit into the cult of Greco football, headed by her father, the team captain. The one person she feels most connected to is her colleague, Angus Holt, a guy with a brilliant mind, a great sense of humor, a gorgeous facade, and a penchant for helping those less fortunate. When he talks Nat into teaching a class at a local prison, her comfortably imperfect world turns upside down.A violent prison riot breaks out during the class, and in the chaos, Nat rushes to help a grievously injured prison guard. Before he dies, he asks her to deliver a cryptic message with his last words: "Tell my wife it's under the floor."The dying declaration plunges Nat into a nightmare. Suddenly, the girl who has always followed the letter of the law finds herself suspected of a brutal murder and encounters threats to her life around every curve. Now not only are the cops after her, but ruthless killers are desperate to keep her from exposing their secret. In the meantime, she gets dangerously close to Angus, whose warmth, strength, and ponytail shake her dedication to her safe boyfriend.With her love life in jeopardy, her career in the balance, and her life on the line, Nat must rely on her resources, her intelligence, and her courage. Forced into hiding to stay alive, she sets out to save herself by deciphering the puzzle behind the dead guard's last words… and learns the secret to the greatest puzzle of all-herself.Filled with the ingenious twists, pulse-pounding narrative drive, and dynamic, flesh-and-blood characters that are the hallmarks of her bestsellers, Daddy's Girl is another wild, entertaining ride about love, family, and justice from the addictively readable Lisa Scottoline.

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"I'm fine." She gave him a warm I'm-sorry hug. He smelled the way he always did after basketball, his waning aftershave heightened by a faint sweat.

"Nothing broken?" Hank pulled gently away, assessing any damage.

"No."

"Thank God," he said, though Nat noticed he avoided her eye.

Paul introduced himself to the troopers, then started in. "I HEARD IT WAS A DRUNK DRIVER. HE COULDA KILLED MY SISTER! HOW THE HELL DID HE GET AWAY?"

Don't worry, Mr. Greco. We have his plate and-"

"YOU HAVE THE LICENSE PLATE? THEN WHY DON'T YOU JUST ARREST HIM?"

"We're a little shorthanded tonight, with all the-"

"THEN WHY DON'T YOU GO? THE DRUNK DRIVER'S NOT IN THE HOSPITAL, OFFICER."

Nat stifled a moan. "Paul, please."

"GIVE ME THE DAMN PLATE NUMBER! MY FATHER WILL HIRE A PL TO FIND HIM. HE'LL BE HERE ANY MINUTE!"

Oh no. Dad? Here?

Trooper Milroy said, "My captain happens to be outside, if you want to speak with him, Mr. Greco."

"YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT I DO." Paul whirled around on his squeaky Iversons. "BE RIGHT BACK, NAT." The decibel level lowered as soon as he left with the troopers, but the tension level increased. The small room contained only Nat, Hank, and Angus. She told herself there was no reason for this meeting to be strained. It wasn't like the three of them were in a love triangle or anything. Still she was having an out-of-hospital-room experience.

"Hank, this is Angus Holt, from school," Nat said, attempting to dispel the undercurrents.

"Nice to see ya." Hank extended a hand, and Angus winced when they shook. Hank said, "Uh, sorry."

"No, I'm sorry about all this."

"Not your doing." Hank smiled in a polite way. "How long you gonna be here, buddy?"

"Day or two. I'm happy Natalie's not hurt."

"Natalie." Hank repeated. "Right. Sure. Nat."

Gnat. Terrific. Time to go. Before my head explodes.

Hank nodded once, then again, plainly uncomfortable. "Nat, did you wanna go or stay?"

"Go," Nat and Angus answered, in unfortunate unison. She added unnecessarily, "I'm discharged, so I can leave anytime. I was waiting for you, Hank." Faithfully. And I wasn't turned on by his chest hair.

"We'll call your dad and tell him to turn around. They must've got held up in traffic."

"Okay, let's go." Nat took her coat from the back of the chair, and Hank quickly stepped over to help her put it on, which he always did.

It felt heavier than usual, and she wondered if the wool was weighted down with guilt, like a new fabric blend. She said lightly, "Okay, well, hope you feel better, Angus!"

"Thanks," Angus said, like a normal person, because he wasn't insane.

"See you, buddy." Hank put a hand on Nat's back, guiding her out of the room. "Let's go home."

Home. It sounded so good. She could shower and change, and they could have a glass of chardonnay, and she could explain everything and make his hurt go away. Hurt that he wouldn't admit to her, or even to himself, buried beneath his easygoing guyness. They could sort it all out, alone together. They were overdue for a talk.

"Your parents are beside themselves." Hank pulled his cell phone from a pocket and pressed speed dial as they went through a wooden door and down a corridor to the wide automatic doors, which slid open. "We'll give era a call and we can all go home."

"Wait." Nat got hit by a blast of cold air. "By home, you mean my parents' house?"

"Big John!" Hank barked into the phone. "I got the horse right here. She's fine. Turn around and we'll see you at home."

Big John. Her father. Her brothers. Paul.

"HANK! WAIT'LL YOU GET A LOAD OF THIS!" Paul shouted, hurrying toward them from a police cruiser parked in the emergency lot.

My head hurts. And for some reason, so does my heart.

"I GOT TWO SIXERS TICKETS!"

"Excellent!" Hank called back, throwing a heavy arm around Nat, and she knew that this would be their last moment alone until midnight.

"We should talk about this." Nat leaned wearily in the doorway to her bathroom, still dressed, while Hank buzzed his teeth in his blue boxers and bare feet. He nodded, holding the electric toothbrush against his incisors. His lips drooped over the brush like a basset hound's.

"Would you turn off the brush?" Nat asked.

"I can hear you," Hank answered, but it sounded like I ckn heor bu. Bzzz.

"Okay, fine. I know you didn't want me to go out to Chester County, but I felt I had to, after we heard that Saunders's widow was burglarized."

Bzzz. "You didn't go see the widow, you went to the prison."

"I couldn't reach her. I didn't think it was dangerous because I was with Angus. He got the same call, by the way."

"You don't belong at the prison. You belong at the law school. You're a professor, not a criminal. Or a criminal lawyer."

Nat let it go. They'd had this conversation in the car. At least he was calmer now. "Let's agree to disagree."

Bzzz. "Whatever that means."

"I just wanted to say I was sorry for going out there with Angus today and not telling you."

Bzzz. "Okay." Hank steered the brush onto his top teeth, holding it in place for ten seconds, which she knew he counted off in his head. For a messy guy, Hank Ballisteri took his dental health very seriously.

"It does seem like there's a cover-up at the prison, and we may follow up on that legally."

Bzzzz. Hank nodded. Four, five, six.

"You know there's nothing going on between me and Angus. I work with him, and that's all. The accident wasn't his fault, obviously. If it was an accident."

"What?" Hank lowered the toothbrush at eight, his mouth foamy with greenish gel. "What do you mean if it was an accident?"

Oops. "I don't know, exactly." Nat wasn't sure yet, and it was late. It does seem odd that I get a threat not to go to Chester County, then the next time I go to Chester County, I get in a car accident."

"You got hit in Philadelphia County, and of course it was an accident. That driver was drunk. Your dad would find him by dawn if the cops gave him the plate number."

"They're not going to give it to him. It's police business."

"If it's about you, it's his business."

"Honestly, no, it's not," Nat said, more emphatically than necessary. But that was the whole damn point. "If it's anybody's business, it's my business."

"Your father is crazy about you. You're his little girl. You should be grateful he goes to the mat for you." Hank frowned. "My dad couldn't be bothered. You don't know how lucky you are."

Grrr. "I need you to understand this. I love my family, but sometimes I get enough Greco. Don't you?"

"What? You are a Greco."

"I mean those Grecos. Don't you ever get tired of being with them? All together, all the time?"

"No." Hank switched the brush back on and started buzzing. One, two, three.

"But I'm thirty."

"What does that mean?" Bzzz.

"It means I'm glad you're so close to them, but…" Nat faltered. She used to love the way Hank had embraced her family, and vice versa. He had been her admission ticket into her own house, and with him, they accepted her in a way they hadn't before. But now she couldn't pull Hank and her family apart, nor could she make him understand why she'd want to. Bewilderment troubled his usually smooth brow.

"What am I supposed to do, Nat? Blow off your father, your brothers? Quit my job? They're my business partners. My friends. I love them."

"I love them, too.”

“Do you?”

“Of course I do."

"You don't get sick of people you love."

"Yes, you do." Nat felt that knot in her chest tighten, and Hank turned away, switching off the brush and reapplying toothpaste. Bzzzzzz. One, two, three.

"What's important here is you and me. I'm sorry if you felt embarrassed that I hadn't told you I'd be going to the prison, and I don't have anything to hide. There's nothing going on between me and Angus."

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