Kansas City Cover-Up. Julie Miller
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Название: Kansas City Cover-Up
Автор: Julie Miller
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Ужасы и Мистика
Серия: The Precinct: Cold Case
isbn: 9781474005159
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Olivia treasured a few snug moments against her dad’s chest before dropping back onto her heels and stepping away. But that only allowed space for her brothers and grandfather to circle around her. One palmed the back of her head. Another squeezed her shoulder. “It’s not what you think, Dad.”
Her second-oldest brother, the one with the glasses and the medical degree, brushed her bangs off her forehead and hunched down to study her eyes. “Tell me exactly what your physician said.”
“You’re a doctor for dead people,” she groaned, referring to his position as a medical examiner with the crime lab. She swatted his hand away. “I’m not the patient, Niall. I’m fine.”
Her oldest brother, Duff, wasn’t buying it. “The radio report said that you were headed to the ER.”
“Damn it, guys. If you’re going to eavesdrop on the police scanner, make sure you’ve got your information right. I brought in a...” What exactly was Gabriel Knight? A suspect? A lead on a murder investigation? A not-so-innocent bystander? “I brought in a person of interest who is...helping with a case. He got injured at a crime scene late this afternoon.”
Her father propped his hands at his waist and shook his head, needing a little more convincing for the fear to dissipate. “But you’re okay? You missed dinner. Dad made his Guinness bread and stew. You never miss that.”
“Oh.” She smiled at the silver-haired gentleman beside her father. “Sorry, Grandpa. I lost track of the time. Did you save me a slice?”
Seamus Watson released his double grip on his cane and squeezed her hand. “Of course, sweetie.”
Keir, the brother closest in age to her, loosened the knot of his tie. “I heard you were in pursuit of an armed suspect. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“A couple of bruises and a wounded ego for letting the guy I was chasing get away. But I’m fine.” She beamed a reassuring smile to each member of her close-knit family before reaching up to smooth the rumpled collar of her father’s blue chambray shirt. “Now you want to get the gang out of here? I’m sure somebody in this family besides me has to work in the morning. I don’t know about any of you, but I’m exhausted. Let’s all go to our respective homes, and I promise I’ll swing by the house tomorrow morning.” She winked to the eighty-year-old sweetheart beside her dad. Seamus had always been her go-to guy when she needed someone in the family to listen to her. “A toasty piece of Grandpa’s bread and an over-easy egg to dip it in is my favorite breakfast.”
“I’m glad it was just a misunderstanding and that you’re all right.” His old-country lilt was as softly reassuring as the sweet peck on the cheek he gave her. “I’ll have breakfast hot and ready for you. Good night, Livvy.”
“Good night, Grandpa.”
They were in the midst of hugs and good-nights and going on their way when her father puffed up to his full height and glared over Olivia’s shoulder. “This SOB is your person of interest?”
Olivia didn’t have to turn to know that Gabe had come up behind her. She was learning to recognize him by the size of his shadow and the subtle scent that was a mix of soap and starch and now a tinge of antiseptic. And that deep-pitched voice with the cynical undertones was unmistakable.
“Is this the rest of your family, Detective?”
The rest of her family? Although the question didn’t quite make sense, Olivia nodded. Every loud, overprotective, stubborn Irish man belonged to her. “These are my guys.”
Gabe stepped up beside her, his gaze sweeping the circle of her family. “Let me guess, you’re all cops?”
“Kansas City’s Finest.” Her father’s shoulders came back proudly as he made the claim. “Not that you’d care.”
Of course, they’d recognize the department’s harshest critic—and be less than pleased to learn he was the man she’d brought to the ER. She didn’t suppose introductions would alleviate the tension rising around her, but it couldn’t hurt to turn the rumored enemy into an actual person with a name and a stitched-up arm—or to let Gabe know just how proud she was of her family and their accomplishments.
“Dad, this is Gabriel Knight. You probably recognize his name from the Kansas City Journal. My father, Thomas Watson. Dad retired a senior detective from the department a couple years ago. This is my grandfather, Seamus, a longtime desk sergeant, also KCPD, retired.” There was no sense adding a title to the other introductions—they all wore the badges and ME card from their respective departments proudly on display. “My brothers, Duff, Niall and Keir.”
If anything, the animosity in the air thickened. Her father looked as grim as she’d ever seen him. “Introductions aren’t necessary, Livvy. We’ve met.”
She swiveled her gaze up to Gabe. He wasn’t smiling, either. He nodded, confirming her dad’s icy statement. “Watson. When I met your daughter, I wasn’t expecting to run into you. Maybe I just didn’t want to.”
“How do you two know each other?” Olivia asked.
“Your father was the cop who investigated Dani’s murder.”
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