Dani Sinclair - Sleeping Beauty Suspect

Flynn found himself brushing back a strand of smoke-coated hair and discovered pierced ears, devoid of ornamentation. The total absence of jewelry seemed wrong. Flynn shrugged. Those were questions for the police, not a battered fireman who was starting to feel every inch of his abused condition. He should go. But he couldn’t stop wondering about her. She looked so helpless.

“Good luck, Beauty. I’m glad to know you’re going to be all right.” Flynn bent over stiffly and lightly kissed her forehead.

The woman’s eyes flew open.

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This story is dedicated to the incredible men and women who make fighting fires a career.

Thank you.

With special thanks to career firefighter Sam Martinez of the Takoma Park station in Montgomery County, Maryland, who took personal time to answer a lot of questions from a total stranger.

I hope I got it close to right.

Also, thanks to Judy Fitzwater for help and support in equal measure; Roger for patience, suggestions and things too numerous to mention; and, of course, Chip, Dan and Barb, who are always there for me.

An avid reader, Dani Sinclair didn’t discover romance novels until her mother lent her one when she’d come for a visit. Dani’s been hooked on the genre ever since. But she didn’t take up writing seriously until her two sons were grown. Mystery Baby premiered in the Harlequin Intrigue line in 1996, and Dani’s kept her computer busy ever since. Her third novel, Better Watch Out, was a RITA ®Award finalist in 1998. Dani lives outside Washington, D.C., a place she’s found to be a great source of both intrigue and humor!

You can write to Dani c/o the Harlequin Reader Service.

Flynn O’Shay—The fireman is just doing his job when he rescues a sleeping beauty from a burning house. Now he’s protecting her from a determined killer.

Whitney Charles—The keep-to-herself heiress runs her own business. How can she possibly know an arsonist, and why does he want her dead?

Braxton Charles—Whitney’s father makes his fortune in real estate and has been estranged from his daughter ever since his wife died and he remarried a much younger woman.

Ruby Charles—The former nurse took care of Whitney’s sick mother. Now she’s married to Whitney’s rich father, who suddenly appears old and frail.

Vincent Duvall—He and his wife went to school with Whitney and helped her start her company. Now both of them are acting secretively and strangely.

Barry Lindell—He and Whitney dated a few times, and the Charles family lawyer isn’t ready to call things quits just yet.

Lucan O’Shay—This cop loves his younger brother, but he’s got a duty to uphold and that means doing whatever he has to do, even if Flynn doesn’t approve.

Christopher Slingman—Ruby’s brother is close to Whitney—until he develops other ideas about what their relationship should be.

Dick Scellioli—No one’s surprised that the photojournalist always shows up at the arson fires, but why has he developed a fixation on Whitney?

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

“911. Police or fire?”

“Fire! The abandoned house on the corner of Taylor and Third has smoke coming out and there’s someone trapped inside!”

Station 15 came to life in a rush of activity as the alarm sounded. Flynn O’Shay rolled from his cot with his fellow firefighters and donned his gear with practiced speed. There was no discussion, no grumbling about the hour. An abandoned house fire at three in the morning had them all thinking the same thing. Their arsonist had struck again.

If someone was trapped inside, however, it was a whole new situation. Their guy might have finally made a mistake.

Two in and two out was the county standard for search-and-rescue. Tonight Flynn and his partner, Carey Rineman, would be the two going into the burning building while Frenchy and Lew had their backs. That is, if the place wasn’t already fully involved by the time they got there.

Houses around Taylor and Third were sprawling Victorians over a century old. Packed tightly together side by side, they posed a serious hazard, particularly with the wind up as it was tonight. An abandoned house would be dry as tinder. Flynn shared a sour look with Carey as the siren screamed its warning to the few cars in the big engine’s path.

This section of town was undergoing a revival. Many of the old houses had been or were in the process of being restored to their former glory.

The house on the corner wasn’t one of them.

A badly twisted metal fence encased an overgrown yard that had become a dumping ground for all sorts of debris. The once stately mansion was now a dilapidated eyesore with peeling, grayed paint, sagging porches and boarded-over doors and windows.

Swearing under his breath, Flynn reached for his tank. Ben and Hal were on the ground starting the line to a nearby hydrant. A plume of thick smoke trickled up from behind a plywood-covered window. This was the lieutenant’s shift and he hurried forward to open the front gate only to discover it was rusted shut. By the time Flynn and Carey reached him, the gate was no longer an issue.

But the yard was.

They had to battle their way through the dense underbrush. Flynn eyed the plywood-covered doors and windows. Historic or not, someone should have torn this disaster down a long time ago. Large, shapeless bushes and a forest of unpruned trees were surrounded by weeds, broken bottles, rusting cans and other trash. Rose bushes gone wild lurked beneath a tangle of vines, tugging at the firemen’s heavy pants as they fought their way to the sagging front porch.

Flynn listened as the lieutenant barked orders in his ear over the radio. Only the right-hand side of the building appeared to be involved at the moment. Lew moved past them with a crowbar to rip the plywood from the front door. Inside, flames flared in glee at the influx of fresh air. Their color was enough to confirm suspicions that this was another arson.

Straight ahead lay the staircase but they turned toward the fire first. Remnants of discarded furniture had been left scattered behind some time ago. A battered sofa provided plenty of starter fuel. Flames and smoke sprang from it to creep up the flowered wallpaper at its back. No sign of anyone. Flames gobbled a scattering of old newspapers on the floor.

They covered the downstairs quickly. All the rooms were empty.

Smoke rushed upward and so did they. Flynn prayed the wooden stairs weren’t rotted and would hold their weight.

“It’s really moving,” Carey muttered under his breath.