Helen Myers - Final Stand

“What about me? As far as I’m concerned, there’s no more vulnerable place to be than in the dark, where you’re leaving me.”

She spun away from him to circle the dinette table. “I didn’t invite you to snoop around in my van. And I don’t—damn.” She grasped her side.

“You’ll want to avoid sharp turns like that one, fast moves of any kind for the next several days,” Gray told her.

Holding herself rigid and then sighing with relief, Sasha said with surprising mildness, “You’ve been decent, and I’m grateful. As for the subtle interrogation, forget it. I’m the best judge of what is and isn’t viable.”

To hell with it, Gray thought, and swept up his glass. He welcomed the cold sting from the ice against his teeth as much as the bite from the alcohol. “This boyfriend has a record, doesn’t he?”

Completing the turn around the kitchen table, Sasha stopped before him. “Look at me.”

That was one thing he didn’t want to do, at least not when he wasn’t in his doctoring mode. Especially not when there was little more than his imagination between them. Because a god with a fondness for Mona Lisa–like smiles had designed Sasha Mills’s lips. Only he hadn’t been able to resist adding just enough fullness to trigger erotic thoughts. Perfect torment for melancholy bastards like him who thought they already knew all the tricks hell had to offer.

“Now hear me, Slaughter,” she continued. “Once and for all—leave it alone.”

“No can do. You ended up on my doorstep, and as you’ve already heard and surmised, I have too much time on my hands to weigh and analyze. Okay, so at least tell me this,” he said as she began to argue. “Are you, for want of a better word, AWOL from your job? I’m assuming your precinct commander doesn’t know your whereabouts?”

“Every time I tried to talk to him, it almost got me killed.”

Now he understood the hunted look in her eyes, the pacing and edginess. “What do you think has happened?”

“I suspect someone I trusted sold me out. Nothing else I can think of would explain it.”

“Call IA.”

She lifted a finely arched eyebrow. “You know about police procedure?”

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