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I won’t look at him I won’t be thrilled about his ferocity

Brenda paid him no heed "I’m sure your own mother understands my predicament"

"Bobby was in love with an otherworlder, Miz Marks He wasn’t aaddict or a child molester" She purposely omitted the part about his as yet unproven participation in otherworlder slavery "What did you have to be ehty chin lifted, Brenda said, "A child is a reflection of his parents So what did I have to be e But did I kill him? No He cut me a check every month, paid my bills, whatever they happened to be If I were capable of otten rid of the alien" As she spoke, a vein pulsed in her forehead

Bitch was too kind a word for her

"Now you have access to his entire fortune," Hector said "He left everything to you"

A cruel s with relish "I know And do you know the first thing I plan to do when his honed over to hts changed Fro herself not to kill the wo of the house, what tiht of your dinner?"

"I don’t know Nine,distance of Bobby’s?" Hector asked

"Yes But I didn’t walk, I drove"

Afraid of the dark? Or of the thousands of people ould have loved to gut her and leave her bleeding on a sidewalk? Either way, Noelle knew Hector planned to check the security feed frohborhood and see if the timelines added up

The waiter arrived with the tray of food Noelle had ordered, but before he could place a single plate on the table, she said, "Box it up for us, Timmy, and have it carried to our car" No way she could spend another second with her er Their questions had been answered Time to bail

"Of course, Miss Tremain"

"Oh, and add a couple slices of cheesecake to the order before putting everything on Mrs Marks’s bill"

"Of course, Miss Tremain"

Brenda hissed, tried to protest, but Tioodies disappearing with him

Noelle’s stomach rumbled as she pushed to her feet Hector stood as well, and she moved to his side Her four-inch heels made her taller than ever, but still he towered over her

"Thanks for everything," she said One little slice across the woman’s throat wouldn’t be so bad, would it? "We really appreciate the conversation and theto forht

HECTOR HUNG UP THE phone and forked another bite of s Noelle Trying to pretend he wasn’t aroused by her, that he wasn’t re every detail he’d confessed about his past

His desk created a barrier between them, the food she’d ordered stacked on top of his files, equip case, and spread out like a picnic

"Who was that?" she asked She looked around, clearly trying to decide what to pick, finally settled on the dessert, and lifted its box and a fork She snuggled back in her chair, crossing her legs and revealing her shoes

And hell, they were bondage lingerie for her feet Open toed, with diamonds encrusted on the strap around her ankles Her hair was unbound, flowing down her shoulders, and just a bit mussed

That white blouse she wore V’d so deeply he was always surprised she didn’t flash him when she moved He’d had her lithe body under him, had sucked on her pert little nipples

"Hector," she prompted "My breasts adore the attention, but if you don’t stop staring, my ass will have to file a complaint It deserves notice, too, you know"

A flippant tone, but he detected a note of sadness His gaze snapped up to her face as his cheeks heated Can’t have her You fucking can’t have her But oh, the things she said Her mouth aroused him as much as her body

Her mouth … which she’d once wrapped around his cock …

Shit He buckled down and concentrated on the case before his ar up "That was Mia A fe developments First, the pin you mentioned before, the one that wipes footprints They found it"

Triulow "God, I’m smart"

His chest constricted "Second, the witness is now detoxed and has been questioned He says he never saw the Arcadian’s face, that the otherworlder always had his back to hiuy who handed hiht now, as well as being run through the database" Every criminal ID was stored there

Suddenly all business, Noelle whipped out her phone, pressed a few buttons, and frowned "Are you kidding me? The sketch of the shooter is a cartoon superhero"

Hector pulled up the sketches on his computer screen Shooter had blond, wind-blown hair, his face blurred out And he wore a suit so ees and color, the witness had to have been s crack when he--

Yeah Okay He had been

The second sketch showed a hard, harsh face Dirty, grungy Dark hair, high forehead Narrow eyes Nose with a bump in the center Wide cheekbones, a square chin The kind of face kids probably saw in their nightmares

This one was usable, at least

"See evidence finally fall into our hands," Noelle said "Should we give the non-cartoon sketch to the nize him"

"I’d rather wait I’m too afraid Shooter will cut and run And if he runs, on’t find hi He puts any real effort into it, and our case is cold"

"You’re thinking like a poor old coin buttons on his superhero suit, I’d say he is, he won’t want to start over He’s killed to protect his eain rather than leave"

Hector didn’t take offense to her "poor ht "If Shooter is willing to kill again, he oes live to keep us fro him"

"True" A mo adorably "What about leaking word that we’ve got the witness? We can use him as bait as we talked about with Dallas and catch whoever comes for him red-handed"