Time of Death. BEVERLY BARTON

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СКАЧАТЬ could tell by the tone of Sanders’s voice that he was actually considering denying her request. “Look, I’m on vacation, but if you’ll give me an okay to take Lorie on as a client, I’ll work without pay for the duration of my time off from the agency.”

      Silence.

      Damn it, say something. But when he remained silent, she knew he was thinking about her proposition.

      “Agreed,” Sanders told her. “You took time off to stay in Dunmore for two weeks, on a paid vacation. Use that time to begin the investigation, and if when your vacation comes to an end you have found evidence that Ms. Hammonds’s life is in danger, then Powell’s will pick up the tab for continuing the investigation.”

      She breathed a quiet sigh of relief. “Thank you. I assume this means that the agency’s resources are at my disposal?”

      “Certainly. However, unless you can show me the necessity of additional agents becoming involved—”

      “I don’t think Lorie needs a personal bodyguard at this point, but if she does, I’ll handle it.”

      “Then feel free to proceed. And if while Griffin and Nicole are away, you require anything else, simply let me know.”

      “Yes, thanks. I will.”

      “Good day, Maleah,” Sanders said, ever the courteous if somewhat stern gentleman.

      Lorie had changed clothes four times that morning. The routine of bathing, doing her hair, applying makeup, and dressing usually took about an hour, less if she hurried. But today it had taken her two hours. When she had put on the first outfit and checked herself in the mirror, all she had seen was how large her breasts looked in the clingy yellow cashmere sweater, a Christmas present from Cathy and Jack this past year. She certainly didn’t want Mike to accuse her of using her sexuality to gain attention or, God forbid, to entice any of his deputies. The second outfit had gone too far in the opposite direction, the long-sleeved, mid-calf-hemmed dress making her look as if she were trying to downplay her attractiveness. Her third attempt had been jeans, the legs tucked into black boots, and a hooded black rhinestone sweatshirt. Too youthful. Mike would think she was trying to look like a teenager. Finally, she had chosen a pair of charcoal dress slacks, a silvery gray silk blouse, and a simple black sweater.

      When she walked into the sheriff’s department, all eyes turned toward her. What was wrong with these people? But she knew that, to a person, all of Mike’s employees either knew firsthand or had heard through local gossip about Mike and her, about their past relationship and the fact that Mike now despised her.

      Her heart raced and moisture coated the palms of her hands. She was so nervous that you’d think she was a criminal who had been caught red-handed. Instead, she was the victim or at the very least, the potential victim.

      A middle-aged female deputy, her brown hair cut short and styled in choppy disarray, approached Lorie, a noncommittal expression on her face, neither smiling nor frowning.

      “Good morning, Ms. Hammonds. I’m Deputy Ladner. The sheriff has assigned me to take your statement.”

      Lorie nodded and offered the woman a hesitant smile, which was not reciprocated. Instead the deputy said, “Come with me, please.”

      As instructed, Lorie followed the woman to what she assumed was the deputy’s workstation. She pulled out a chair for Lorie and motioned for her to sit. Deputy Ladner sat behind her metal desk, picked up a pen and paper, and interrogated Lorie. Or at least that was how Lorie felt, as if she were being given the third degree. Five minutes later, apparently finished, the deputy handed the pen and file form to Lorie.

      “If you’ll sign”—she tapped her finger on the dotted line—“right here, please.”

      Lorie hurriedly read over the form, then signed it and laid it and the pen on the desk. She looked directly at the deputy. “Thank you.”

      When she rose to her feet, the deputy did the same. “You’ll let us know if you receive another letter or a phone call or—”

      “Yes, of course,” Lorie said. For all the good it will do me. This woman doesn’t believe a word I’ve said. She thinks I made the whole thing up. No doubt Mike told her to do her duty, but warned her not to take me seriously.

      “Is Sheriff Birkett in his office?” Lorie asked.

      “Uh … yes, I believe he is,” Deputy Ladner replied, “but … er … I’m sure he’s busy. Is there anything else I can do for you, Ms. Hammonds?”

      Without replying, Lorie turned and walked away hurriedly, every step taking her closer to Mike’s closed office door. Just as she reached the half-glass door and could plainly see Mike sitting behind his desk, a cup of coffee in his hand, Deputy Ladner grasped Lorie’s arm.

      She turned and glared at the other woman, who loosened her hold and then dropped her hand away.

      “You can’t see the sheriff right now,” the deputy said.

      Lorie glanced around the room and noted that to a person, everyone in the sheriff’s department was staring at the two of them. She smiled. “Why not? It’s obvious he isn’t busy.”

      Before Deputy Ladner could do little more than clear her throat, Lorie watched while Mike put down his cup, stood up, and walked to the door.

      When he opened the door, the deputy jumped back. “Sir, I told Ms. Hammonds that you were unavailable.”

      “It’s all right, Lana. Ms. Hammonds doesn’t like to follow the rules. You may go now. I’ll handle this.”

      Lana Ladner? The name certainly didn’t suit the plump, plain female deputy. The name was far too fancy for such an ordinary-looking woman.

      When Lana walked away, Lorie flashed Mike with a lavish smile. Totally fake, of course.

      “I take it that I’m what you intend to handle,” Lorie said.

      Mike grabbed her arm and dragged her into his office, then closed the door behind him. “You wanted to see me. Here I am.”

      “You’re really pissed about this, aren’t you?” When he cocked an eyebrow as if saying I-don’t-know-what-you-mean, she elaborated. “You don’t like my invading your territory, even with a valid complaint.”

      Mike snorted.

      “I know you don’t believe that I’m in any danger. You think I concocted those two death threats, don’t you?”

      “One letter,” Mike corrected. “Maleah explained that you threw the first one away … if there was a first one.”

      “You egotistical son of a bitch. You actually think that I’m so determined to get back into your life that I’d fake death threats.” She punched her index fingertip into his chest. “Get this straight.” She repeated the punching motion again and again as she said, “I got the message loud and clear. You don’t want me. You wish I had never come back to Dunmore. You think I’m poison. Fine. Now, listen up—I’m over you. Finally. I wouldn’t have you if you were served to me on a silver platter with a gold apple in your mouth.”

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