Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Jake had attempted to get in touch with his detective friend once during the night, but David’s wife and partner said he was out cold after a prolonged stakeout. She’d agreed to take on David’s current case to free him up to watch Brianne, and Jake didn’t mind owing the Millses a big favor. The stakes were high and the reason worth it. While Jake focused on loose ends, he needed someone awake and alert to protect Brianne.
He’d had to keep her occupied until he could arrange for her safety—not that spending the morning in her bed had been a hardship.
If he’d had any second thoughts about his growing feelings, they’d been answered in the seconds he’d watched her sheath him with protection. His heart had filled as he watched her attempt her task with shaking hands while biting down on her lower lip in intense concentration. And when she’d taken him inside her body, he’d lost a part of himself, probably for good.
He shook his head and cursed aloud. “Focus,” he muttered, frustrated with himself and his distracted thoughts. The tattoo and the long-awaited Forensics report would give him a solid lead on Ramirez. Now he had to step up the heat and get Louis behind bars. He was relieved to have set up David to watch Brianne’s back during the day. Jake would cover the nights himself.
But who would cover him when Brianne walked out for good?
Chapter Eight
Jake had gotten Brianne out the door, but not without almost succumbing to the urge to make love to her one more time. And he would have if not for her insistence about getting to work. Jake swallowed a groan, knowing that he’d let his heart rule his head and that it couldn’t go on. He had to concentrate on his job.
It was a job that he wanted over and done with so he could deal with his future. For now, the job had brought him to a rendezvous with Vickers at the hospital where the overdose victim had been admitted. And the hospital where Brianne worked.
As he walked up the concrete stairs, Jake glanced around at the crowds on the street, but Ramirez was nowhere in sight. Not that he’d expected the slime to jump out of the shadows and announce himself. But it was the guy’s damn lurking that was getting to Jake, making him wary and causing him to wonder what Ramirez had in store for Jake—and Brianne.
He glanced at his watch but his empty stomach already told him it was close to lunchtime.
“Make sure you get yourself something to eat in the cafeteria. I damn sure don’t want to listen to that grumbling all morning,” Vickers muttered.
Jake laughed, then sobered fast as he remembered why he’d had no time for breakfast. Indulging in more erotic pursuits, he thought wryly.
“Thompson will have my ass if he finds out I brought you with me to question a witness.”
Jake shrugged. The lieutenant was the least of his problems. If Jake ran into Brianne now, he’d have a hell of a time explaining why an on-leave cop with a bum shoulder was hanging around waiting to question a witness.
He glanced at Vickers, a brawny, balding man with good instincts but little tact. “What the lieutenant doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Jake said. Not that he held any illusions. The lieutenant would hear about his visit one way or another. Jake just didn’t give a damn.
“At least if I get reamed I’ll have the satisfaction of knowing I won’t be the only one.” Vickers snickered.
They nodded to the uniformed cop watching the woman’s hospital room door, knocked, and, once given permission, walked inside. A drawn-looking young girl—she looked too young to be called a woman—lay in a bed, an IV in one arm and a dazed, bleak expression on her face. Black hair fanned the stark white hospital sheets and drew attention to her utterly pale skin. She turned to look at them as they entered but she didn’t utter a word.
Jake stepped back and let Vickers, the detective on duty, begin the questioning. Vickers flashed his badge. “Ma’am, we know this is difficult for you but would you mind taking us through what happened two nights ago?”
A lone tear dripped down her cheek. She looked younger than her twenty-two years but not too young to know better. Why the hell was she experimenting with designer drugs? She was pretty, and too damn young to have been so close to death.
“If you don’t want to talk here, we can do it at the station after you’re released,” Vickers said.
“You’re an ass,” Jake muttered under his breath. He trusted Vickers like a brother, but the man had the delicacy of an elephant.
When she remained silent, Jake stepped forward. “Telling us what you know won’t bring your boyfriend back, but it might save someone else.”