Madigan's Wife. Linda Winstead JonesЧитать онлайн книгу.
gave up. Leaned back and relaxed. “Okay. I just had to be sure you didn’t have any doubts.”
“None,” she said tersely.
Ray’s gaze flitted past her to the parking lot, and he groaned softly.
Grace looked over her shoulder to watch a middle-aged man in an ill-fitting suit headed toward them from the parking lot, his eyes unerringly on Ray. The badge and gun on his belt identified him as a cop.
“Madigan,” the man said as he reached the table. “How the hell are you?”
Even though Ray worked up a smile, Grace could tell he didn’t like this particular cop much. “Daniels. I’m fine. What drags you out of the office?”
“Arthur’s burgers, what else?” Daniels answered with a smile of his own. His eyes landed on Grace and he looked her up and down in a calculating way. That smile changed, turned predatory somehow. She expected a lecherous wink at any moment. “Is this the lady who allegedly saw a murder yesterday?”
Grace didn’t like the way he threw the word “allegedly” into the sentence, any more than she liked the way he leered at her.
“This is no lady, Daniels,” Ray said, his grin fading. “This is my wife, Grace Madigan.”
“Ex-wife,” she said automatically.
“Ex,” Daniels said with a widening grin. “Yeah, that’s what Luther said. Ms. Madigan,” he said, turning his full attention to her. “If you need any help during this time of crisis, any help at all, you give me a call.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card he placed on the table before her. She got that lecherous wink after all.
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