5 Bodies To Die For. Stephanie BondЧитать онлайн книгу.
with you until things settle down.” But she could tell from the light in Peter’s eyes that he hoped having Carlotta in his house would help her to fall in love with him, and with the lifestyle she might’ve had if Peter hadn’t ended their engagement when her father had been indicted all those years ago. She was open to the idea of growing closer to Peter, but for now, all she wanted to do was feel safe.
She left his side to pick up her phone and dial Wesley—again. Again, he didn’t answer, and again, she left him a message to call her right away. He was probably out working his new job as a bike courier and couldn’t hear his phone. When Wesley learned that fugitive Michael Lane had stolen the money that Wesley had won in a card game and had stowed in his sock drawer for repairs around the house, he’d be furious.
Peter tried to sit up, then winced and laid back.
“Take it easy,” she admonished.
“What if that psycho comes back?”
“There’s a cop in the driveway. Jack sent him over to keep an eye on things until he gets here.”
“Did you see this Lane guy?”
“No,” she said, gesturing toward the hallway. “I went into my parents’ room and found the scrubs Michael had been wearing when he jumped over the side of the bridge.” She swallowed hard, reliving the fear. “It looks like Michael was living here all the time we thought he was…dead.”
Michael Lane was a former coworker of Carlotta’s at Neiman Marcus. He’d headed up an identity-theft ring that had resulted in two women losing their lives…and when Carlotta had figured out what he’d been up to, he’d tried to kill her, too. He’d been cooling his heels in the psych ward at Northside Hospital until deemed fit to stand trial, but Michael had escaped and after a televised foot chase, he’d chosen to jump over the side of a bridge into the Chattahoochee River instead of surrendering to police.
But it appeared the presumed-dead fugitive had gotten the last laugh.
Peter made an angry noise in his throat. “I can’t believe that madman was here while you slept. He could’ve murdered you in your bed.”
“But he didn’t,” she said, trying to sound soothing.
It was true that she thought she’d dreamed someone was watching her at night, but decided it was best not to mention to Peter that Detective Jack Terry had inadvertently protected her one of those nights—by sharing her bed. Besides, she and Jack had both agreed that it would be their last…lapse. Jack wasn’t looking for a relationship, and she needed someone with more stability.
Like Peter.
“Has the feeling returned to your fingers?” she asked him.
He made a weak fist. “Getting there.”
When she’d called Jack after realizing she’d zapped Peter by mistake, he’d said Peter would be fine in a few minutes. But what if he had a heart ailment or other condition? “Maybe I should take you to the emergency room after all.”
“No, really. I’m already feeling much better.” Then he gave her a wry smile. “Please don’t make me tell total strangers that my girlfriend used a Taser on me.”
She laughed ruefully and decided not to correct him on the “girlfriend” part. “I’m so sorry.”
“I’ll let you make it up to me.”
A knock sounded at the front door. When Carlotta went to check, she was relieved to see Detective Jack Terry standing on the stoop, large and competent. Not stopping to analyze the rush of emotion that his presence triggered, she opened the door, her mood dimming at the sight of Jack’s new partner, Detective Maria Marquez, standing behind him.
“Hey,” Jack said, his rocky face solemn. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, come on in.” She stepped aside and nodded to Maria as the woman walked by. Scant hours ago, she’d seen both of them at the memorial service for A.D.A. Cheryl Meriwether. When she’d first called Jack after she’d found Michael’s clothes, he’d told her he was busy, but would be there soon. In the background, she thought she’d heard Maria and other noises that made her wonder if Jack had already found a new project for his tool.
The woman was stunning, to be sure, with honey-colored hair, almond-shaped eyes and curves all up and down the highway. Worse, the woman was smart—a profiler who had recently relocated from Chicago. She was single and, based on a phone call that Carlotta had overheard while Maria had once babysat her, the woman had left an unhappy situation. She was ripe for the picking, and Jack had good hands.
The two of them made a spectacular-looking couple, Carlotta conceded as she closed the door behind them.
From the couch, Peter awkwardly pushed himself into a sitting position. The bag of frozen peas slid off his head and landed on the floor with a smack. Jack leaned over to pick them up and handed them back to Peter with a little smile.
“I heard that Carlotta lit you up with her stun baton.”
Peter looked up at him, but the movement made him grimace. “She has good reflexes.”
Jack looked back to her and smiled. “Yes, she does.”
Carlotta gave him a warning glance.
“We need to take a look in your parents’ room,” he said, suddenly all business.
“Go for it,” Carlotta said, leading them down the hall. Jack and Maria stopped at the closed door to pull on gloves and slip paper booties over their shoes.
Jack turned the knob and pushed open the door. “What made you come in here? Did you hear a noise?”
“No.” She hung back in the doorway while they proceeded into the room that was pretty much the way her parents had left it, aside from being searched by the police after the couple had disappeared. Carlotta’s gaze went to the box of dried-up cigars on her father’s nightstand. One of the charms left in the mouth of a victim was a miniature cigar, and in light of the other suspicions leveled against her father, she had simply wanted to check out his stash…and maybe get rid of it, so the police didn’t have any other circumstantial evidence against Randolph.
Jack followed her line of sight to the cigar box and nodded in mute understanding. In a shared glance, he telegraphed that Marquez didn’t have to know…for now.
“When I walked in,” Carlotta continued, “the room felt different—cleaner, for one thing. I could smell antiseptic. Then I noticed the scrubs and recognized them as the ones Michael had been wearing when he jumped off the bridge.”
Maria looked incredulous. “How could someone have been living in here and you not know it?”
Carlotta bristled. Maria had accused her of being a little clueless in other areas of her life before—like when it came to knowing things about her best friend, Hannah Kizer, for example. The woman must be convinced that Carlotta was oblivious to everything going on around her, and at the moment it was hard to argue the point. “I dust in here occasionally, but normally the room is closed off. There’s really no reason for me or Wesley to come in here.”
Jack walked over to inspect the door leading out to the deck. “This is how Lane got in and out?”
“Probably. We keep that door dead-bolted, and it was unlocked when I came in.”
“Are there signs that he was in other parts of the house?”
Carlotta squirmed. “Uh, yeah. He did…chores.”
Maria arched a beautiful eyebrow. “You mean, like washing dishes?”
“And…laundry. And running the vacuum and…I think he might have mopped the kitchen floor.”
Maria laughed. “He was doing housework, and you didn’t notice?”
Carlotta gritted her teeth. “That’s right. Are you annoyed, Detective, that