Pursuit of Justice. Pamela Tracy

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      “I’m pretty sure you have no right to detain me.” Lucy started to stand, but Officer Friendly put his hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her back down.

      This cop had also pushed her down in the parking lot and that bullet had whizzed over her head. She owed him. She owed him not to talk. He wouldn’t enjoy the mess she could lead him to.

      Atkins spoke again. “We’re obtaining a search warrant now. What will we find in your home, Lucy?”

      “Nothing, but you’d better not let my cat out.”

      “Do you realize that you face up to thirty days for carrying a concealed weapon?”

      If they’d let Lucy Straus do time, without any more background probing, that’d be fine. She’d do it. There were worse places than the county jail.

      But, they’d taken her fingerprints.

      The moment the cops identified her, she was good as dead. Police stations weren’t safe for her now.

      She had to get out of here. “I’m sure any intelligent judge will take into consideration bullets were first aimed in my direction.”

      “We have plenty of intelligent judges in Gila City. One thing we do need is your real name for the search warrant. What is it?” Officer Atkins asked.

      Lucy looked at Officer Friendly. Why had he been so quick to boil over? She’d bet, when it came to interrogation, that he was more gifted than the female officer.

      A gravelly voice came from the doorway. “Sam, I hear you picked up a—”

      It was as if a vacuum suddenly sucked the air from the room. Adrenaline pressed against raw nerves, and although it was the last thing she wanted to do, she turned.

      She knew the voice; it haunted her nightmares.

      “Cliff, what is it?” Officer Packard slowly stepped toward the door. Tension became palpable.

      Lucy figured he sensed the same thing she did, that the air in the room was about to implode, and that the victims would lose more than a piece of themselves. She being the biggest casualty.

      He didn’t have time to make a difference. It only took two steps before Cliff Handley’s hands reached toward Lucy, opening, closing, as if he couldn’t decide whether to hit her or choke her.

      “Rosa Cagnalia. I’m going to kill you.”

      TWO

      Suspicion turned to incredulity as Sam realized whom he’d arrested.

      As Cliff wrapped beefy hands around her neck, Rosa Cagnalia became a Tasmanian devil of movement even as her face turned the color of blood. Cliff went down to one knee as a well-placed kick connected.

      Sam let go of the breath he’d been holding.

      He’d found Rosa Cagnalia.

      Atkins reacted first, grabbing Cliff by the waist and trying to tug him away.

      Sam added his weight to Atkins’s and wrenched Cliff’s fingers from around Rosa’s neck. Another officer hurried in and used his baton as a wedge. Using the wall as leverage, Sam managed to get his hand between Cliff and Rosa. His ex-partner emitted a sound, much like an angry bear, and rammed Rosa into the wall. Her head flew back, solidly connecting with the solid structure. Sam expected some noise from her then, but all she did was sink into the chair.

      Executing a headlock, Sam pushed Cliff into the restricting arms of two fellow officers. Shoving them out of the room, Sam slammed the door shut, barely noticing that Atkins left with the crowd.

      Rosa remained in the chair with her knees pressed together, her hands clutched at the edge of the seat, and her face full of a combination of disdain, fear, regret—so many emotions that Sam couldn’t even begin to know which ones predominated. The only indication she gave of fear was the pale tinge of her skin.

      She hadn’t been this white when he pulled her over.

      His eyes went to her neck. Cliff’s fingerprints were there. Rosa Cagnalia, aka Lucy Straus, should be gasping.

      But why should he care? She straddled a line he didn’t dare approach, and the majority of her weight wasn’t on his side of the law.

      And, as much as Sam understood Cliff’s pain, he sure didn’t, couldn’t, support his actions. The grief spilling from the man explained why video cameras sometimes caught America’s Finest using extreme force. Cliff hadn’t seemed aware that he’d been choking a woman. All Cliff knew was that he’d found one of the people responsible for his son’s death.

      They were alone in a room that now reeked of hate and anger. Sam stared at Rosa for a long time, waiting for her to move, speak, do something! This woman was partly responsible for the ruination of Sam’s mentor, one-time partner, and full-time friend, Cliff Handley.

      How could she look so ordinary?

      She’d been there when Jimmy Handley, a rookie, a third-generation police officer, forfeited his life in the line of duty. Jimmy had been a mere Boy Scout when Sam teamed up with his father: a twelve-year-old carbon copy of his father. Jimmy had been sixteen when, thanks to commendations and promotions, Cliff had moved his family to Phoenix. Jimmy had been twenty-one when he put on his own badge and twenty-four when the coffin lid closed.

      The funeral had been just two years ago this month: a cold, gray January day.

      Sam took a deep breath. Contemplating what he had in front of him. Finding Rosa Cagnalia was tantamount to finding gold, fool’s gold. She didn’t look like a woman who could sit back while—

      Well, this certainly explained her marksmanship this morning. And that answered another question. Now that Sam knew who she was, it explained who the men in the parking lot were. The Santellises. How had they stumbled upon her on the same day Sam had? But since she was supposedly on their side, why were they shooting at her?

      And Cliff being in Gila City was just as coincidental. Just three weeks ago, Cliff retired and returned to his hometown. He used his limp—he’d been injured striving to bring justice to those responsible for Jimmy’s death—as a crutch and bore no resemblance to the once-proud police officer who had bagged Walter Peabody.

      Luck had turned her back on Rosa Cagnalia and dumped her in Sam’s lap. Of course, in many ways, it was her own fault. What was she doing in Gila City: Cliff’s hometown and a known haunt of the Santellis family?

      Her chair was still flush with the wall. Her hair hung in her face, and she didn’t move a hand to pat it back into place.

      “You’re Rosa Cagnalia?” Disgust accented his words. How could someone so beautiful be so flawed?

      She flinched and unclasped her grip on the rim of the chair, folding her hands in her lap. “No.” The word was directed at her hands. She wove her fingers so tightly together that the skin turned white, and then she looked up at him and whispered, “You СКАЧАТЬ