Kate Medina - Scared to Death - A gripping crime thriller you won’t be able to put down

‘How was the Persian Gulf?’

‘Good.’ She hunched her shoulders. ‘Interesting.’

‘Glad you enjoyed it.’

‘Thanks.’

He gave her a tight smile. ‘So why are you here at Blackdown?’

She had kept a picture of him in her mind whilst she had been away, had taken it out and examined it closely when she was alone in her bunk at night. Looking at him now, she realized that the picture had faded, blended with the faces of the men around her until it seemed ordinary. But there was nothing ordinary about him, nothing regular. He was arrestingly handsome and she felt what little confidence she possessed draining from her, trapped as she was under the unremitting gaze of those haunted amber eyes. Heat rose to her face.

‘I’m, uh, here to help.’

‘Help who?’

‘You. With the investigation, the suspicious death.’

‘I didn’t request a psychologist’s help.’

‘Holden-Hough did.’

‘What?’ He looked incredulous.

‘He called Gideon Duursema and I’m afraid that you’re landed with me because my diary was the emptiest.’

His jaw tightened. ‘Give me a minute.’ Pulling his mobile from his pocket, he flicked through his contacts. After a moment, ‘Colonel, it’s Captain Callan.’ His voice faded as he walked away. A pause. ‘I don’t need—’ she heard. Another pause, his legs jittering impatiently as he listened. ‘Right. Yes, sir.’ Jamming his phone back into his pocket, he turned to face her. His expression was one of barely suppressed anger. ‘It seems I don’t have a choice.’

‘I’m sorry.’

He pulled a face. ‘Not your fault.’

He turned back to the grey-haired man in the forensic overalls he had been speaking with, who had tactfully distanced himself when Jessie approached.

‘Morgan, I’m going to search Foster’s accommodation block now. I’ll take Doctor Flynn with me.’ The inference: keep her out of trouble, out of your hair. ‘Post a guard here when you’re done. I’ll call the dogs in tomorrow, see if there’s anything we’ve missed.’

Morgan nodded. ‘Right, sir.’

Striding past Jessie, Callan cast back over his shoulder. ‘Are you coming, Doctor?’

He walked fast, making no allowances for the fact that she had started off five metres behind and was wearing heels. She had to jog to catch up and then trot in his wake to keep up with his long stride, like some subservient wife. She was tempted to grind to a standstill and tell him to stick his attitude, but she had been briefed to work on the case with him and the atmosphere between them was already frigid.

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