Connie Hall - Colour Weaver

“I don’t know.” Tears gleamed in her eyes. “Oh, what’s the use? You’ll never believe me.”

Reese clamped his teeth together. Questioning her at the moment would be futile. He’d only lose his temper and that would get him nowhere. Later he’d get the truth out of her, he promised himself.

The dog lumbered up to her and licked her cheek. One swipe of the huge tongue and her whole face glistened wet. “Okay, Sampson, I love you, too.”

He looked away from Summer caressing the dog and focused on the easel. He studied the sketch. A bottomless sensation pulled his stomach down to his toes.

“You drew this latest abduction.” He pointed to the paper. “There’s the killer, looking in at you, holding the bloody pants. You control this killer. Admit it!”

“I don’t.” She trembled uncontrollably now, tears streaming down her cheeks. “And if you won’t believe me, you need to leave. Now!”

“I’m not going anywhere. This is a crime scene and you’re under arrest.”

“But I didn’t kill anyone.”

“So you say. When I find out who those pants belong to, you’re going down for murder.” In one smooth motion, he slid the cuffs from his belt and slapped them on her wrists.

Her eyes gleamed with a deer-in-the-headlights fear, and for a brief moment, he hated his job.

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