Man With The Muscle. Julie Miller
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Название: Man With The Muscle

Автор: Julie Miller

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Ужасы и Мистика

Серия: Mills & Boon Intrigue

isbn: 9781472058645

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      “Goodbye, sweetheart.”

      He returned to the opulent, oversize bathroom where he’d surprised her and quickly rolled up the drop cloth he’d used and cleaned any other signs of his presence there. Finally, he stripped off the tan coveralls he wore, packing them and his gloves inside his bag. When he was certain the upstairs hallway was clear, he hurried down the back steps and locked the bag in his vehicle outside. The music from the violins, viola and cello filtered through the crisp night air and masked his footsteps as he flicked the cigarette butt into the storm drain at the curb.

      Then he straightened his jacket and jogged around to join the others at the mansion’s front drive, ready to be shocked and outraged when some poor unlucky soul discovered Gretchen’s body.

      And the message he’d tucked beneath the covers beside her.

       Chapter One

      “You’re the saddest bunch of heroes I’ve ever seen.” The chiding female voice cut through the buzz of lively conversations, three different television broadcasts and the chattering clacks of pool balls breaking across a table behind Alex Taylor. “You got the guy. The D.A. will put him away.”

      “Let’s hope.” Alex slid onto the green vinyl seat in front of the Shamrock’s polished walnut bar and pulled some cash from the front pocket of his jeans. Not even the bright blue eyes and sympathetic smile of Josie Nichols standing on the other side could shake him from the mood he was in. “I need to order some beers.”

      “Hello?” The bartender slapped her washrag on top of the bar with a purpose, demanding his full attention before glancing over at the flat-screen TV hanging in the corner behind her. “You hope? KCPD’s standoff with that gangbanger Demetrius Smith is all over the news. Getting him and his lieutenants off the streets just made Kansas City a hell of a lot safer. If I can walk out to my car at night and not have to worry about getting mugged or raped or caught in the cross fire between his gang and someone else, then I’d say you got the job done. You should be celebrating. Not bringing down the mood of the bar.”

      “Smith’s gotten out with nothing more than a slap on the wrist more than once. Evidence disappears. A witness decides not to testify.” Alex closed his eyes and shook his head, seeing the gangly body of a ten-year-old boy cradled in Sergeant Delgado’s arms as he crouched down behind an alley fence, waiting for their commanding officer’s all-clear order. He’d have thought the kid was sleeping if it hadn’t been for all the blood on Delgado’s uniform. Two bullets in such a tiny body—and there’d been nothing they could do. Alex opened his eyes, sharing a bit of the grim truth that was forever etched in his memory. “Smith was laughing when we brought him out of that house. An innocent boy died today, and he was laughing. Like he wasn’t even accountable for what happened. He’s got connections we can only guess at. If the D.A. doesn’t make the charges stick—”

      “That won’t happen this time,” Josie insisted. “I can feel it in my bones. Smith’s going to prison. That makes you heroes.”

      Try telling that to the mother of the boy they hadn’t been able to save. If they’d cleared the house where Smith and his buddies had been holed up ten minutes sooner, Alex and his team of SWAT—Special Weapons and Tactics—officers might have been able to get him to a hospital before he bled out. Calvin Chambers didn’t even have any gang tats on him. And he sure as hell hadn’t fired any gun. He’d been an innocent kid cutting through the wrong backyard at the wrong time.

      Alex knew more about gang life than young Calvin probably had. He’d had the remnants of the Westside Warrior tattoo he once thought meant he belonged to something important lasered off his baca decade ago, after he’d been adopted into a real family as a teen. Once he’d been Alexis Pitsaeli, street punk and foster home nightmare with no father to speak of and a mother who prized her drug addiction more than her child. Up until Gideon and Meghan Taylor had set him straight and loved him enough to make him a Taylor, too, Alex had been headed straight to prison or an untimely death.

      If Alex hadn’t been adopted into the Taylor clan, it wouldn’t have surprised anyone to find him shot dead in a gangbanger’s backyard. But Calvin Chambers?

      He swallowed the bile of irony and rage and guilt, and laid a twenty on top of the bar. “First round’s on the new guy.”

      He nodded back to the corner table where Captain Cutler and the rest of his five-man SWAT team had taken up residence to lose the stress of the day to booze, camaraderie or the company of one of the pretty ladies who seemed to get a thrill out of flirting with the cops who frequented the Kansas City bar. Raucous laughter from the corner table bounced off the walls. Great. He’d missed the joke. It had probably been on him, anyway. Though he’d been on the force for five years now, he’d only been a member of SWAT for eight months. It was like surviving his rookie year all over again.

      “Five drafts and some pretzels,” he ordered.

      Josie shook her dark brown ponytail down her back and pushed the twenty dollars beneath his fingers. “You need to learn the rules of the house, Taylor. On a night like this, the first round’s on me.” Apparently, she was more intuitive than a cheerleader. “I’m sorry about that boy. I know it’s hard to lose anyone on a call like that. But you didn’t shoot him.”

      “I didn’t get him home safe to his mom, either.”

      A bit of temper flared in the bartender’s cheeks. “Smith and his thugs are the only ones you should be blaming. You and Rafe, Trip, Holden and the captain ought to all be commended for stopping those losers. That drug house was just outside a school zone. Kids walk by there every day. Bringing guns and drugs and violence into a family neighborhood just … galls me. As far as I’m concerned, we’re lucky no one else died. And we owe that to you and your team.”

      Josie shivered from the top of her head to the hem of her jeans as the emotions worked through her system, and Alex felt his lips curve with half a smile. “So how do you really feel about it?”

      She reached across the bar and flicked his shoulder with the towel. “Don’t you get smart with me, Taylor.” Rocking back on her heels, she pointed a big-sisterly finger at him. “And stop battin’ those baby browns at me. I can’t help it when I get my Irish up.”

      “Yes, ma’am.” Somehow, she’d successfully broken through the gloom and doom that had settled around his shoulders. Yes, a boy had died tragically today. But many more would be safe because of his SWAT team’s actions. For the sake of Josie’s smile, he’d look on the bright side.

      “There’ll be no ma’aming around here, hotshot. Heck, I bet I’m younger than you. What are you, twenty-six?”

      “Twenty-seven.”

      “Ha.” She tapped her thumb against her chest. “Twenty-four. So no ma’ams. And put your money away—it’s no good here.”

      When she turned around to pull out five frosted glasses and start drawing beers, Alex stuffed the twenty into her tip jar. He didn’t know Josie all that well, beyond the fact she was a slain cop’s daughter and could play a mean game of pool. But he’d seen the thick backpack and textbooks that meant she was in school, and suspected that tending bar at the Shamrock was how she supported herself. He wasn’t going to let her big heart and true blue loyalty to KCPD keep her from putting food on the table.

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