Wendy Rosnau - Beneath The Silk

More words and phrases convinced Sunni that—

The phone rang.

Sunni jumped, then stared at the phone on the island counter just a foot away from where her bodyguard stood. On the second ring she started forward.

“Let the machine take it.”

She ignored his rusty-nail voice as well as his intimidating stance. As she reached for the phone his hand covered hers and remained there like an iron paperweight.

“I want to hear who it is.”

Five rings later the answering machine clicked on. “Sunni, it’s Joey. Detective Williams paid me a visit early this morning. He claims he called your father four days ago after being assigned to Tandi’s murder investigation. You can imagine my surprise when he told me Clide Blais was your father. Especially since my records say your father and mother are dead and buried in Mississippi. A police chief for the city of New Orleans, is what Williams claims. That explains why Jacky’s in town. A few phone calls and I’ve learned that your father’s ace flew in five days ago as the mop crew. What’s your scam, Sunni? Ten o’clock in my office.”

“You’re a sleazy cop?”

The force of her words nailed Jackson where he stood. “Homicide detective,” he corrected her.

“You’re a con man with the morals of a snake.”

“Bodyguard protecting the boss’s daughter.”

“Stalker.”

“You must have me confused with that other guy,” Jackson returned. “The one who was tailing you the day I got here.”

Her eyes widened. “Someone’s been tailing me, other than you?”

“Not any longer. So Mommy and Daddy are buried in Mississippi, is that the story? That’s funny ’cause I just talked to Daddy last night.”

“What do you mean by, not any longer?”

Jackson was trying to keep his temper corralled, but she was treading close to the end of his patience. She had no idea what he had been doing on her behalf since he’d gotten into town—without running water, no less.

“If I’m going to be any use to you, I’m going to need your cooperation. As far as the stalker goes, he had a record. People who lie and cheat are usually easy to trip up. That leads us back to why Joe’s file on you is full of lies.”

She glared at him. “I don’t cheat. The lie…the lie didn’t hurt anyone. About the stalker…”

“Whoever paid him to watch you, paid him enough to keep his mouth shut. I explained to him that if he didn’t tell me who that was, he’d be jailed on a charge he couldn’t beat. He didn’t believe me.” Jackson shrugged. “He’ll do a year. Now, about this suspect mess—”

“This mess, as you call it, Mr. NOPD, isn’t my doing.”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s still in your face, Sis. That’s what matters. And Stud Williams goes by the book, sweetheart. If you’re on his suspect list, he’s got a damn good case, and the power to ruin your life.”

“So what are you doing about it…Ace?”

“I’ve been turning this city inside out to rescue your cute butt, that’s what I’ve been doing. And at the same time, I’ve been keeping an eye on you so—”

“I know exactly what you’ve been keeping an eye on, you snake. And I’m sure my father would be interested to know what kind of man he’s sent to rescue me.”

Jackson tried to keep a straight face, but even when she was angry, chewing tail, he liked looking at her. And that voice…oh, yeah, he definitely liked her husky voice. It didn’t fit her petite size, but then neither did the amount of frontage she was carrying. His grin widened.

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