Sidney Sheldon’s Angel of the Dark: A gripping thriller full of suspense. Сидни Шелдон

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      Jakes. The name was familiar.

      “He’s an art dealer.”

      “And the girl?”

      “Angela Jakes.”

      “His daughter?”

      The cop laughed.

      “Granddaughter?”

      “No, sir. She’s his wife.”

      Stupid, thought Danny. Of course she’s his wife. This is Hollywood, after all. Old Man Jakes must have been worth a fortune.

      At last the ropes gave way. Till death us do part, thought Danny as Angela Jakes literally tumbled free from her husband’s corpse into his arms. Slipping off his overcoat, Danny draped it over her shoulders, covering her nakedness. She was conscious again and shivering.

      “It’s all right,” he told her. “You’re safe now. Angela, isn’t it?”

      The girl nodded mutely.

      “Can you tell me what happened, sweetheart?”

      She looked up at him and for the first time Danny saw the full extent of her injuries. Two black eyes, one so swollen that it had closed completely, and lacerations all over her upper body. Scratch marks. Danny thought, She must have fought like hell.

      “He hurt me.”

      Her voice was barely a whisper. The effort of speaking seemed to exhaust her.

      “Take your time.”

      She paused. Danny waited.

      “He said he would let Andrew go if … if I …” Catching sight of her husband’s bloodied corpse, she broke into uncontrollable sobs.

      “Someone cover him up, for Christ’s sake,” Danny snapped. How was he supposed to get any sense out of the girl with that horror show lying right next to her?

      “We can’t, sir. Not yet. Forensics isn’t finished with the body.”

      Danny flashed his sergeant a withering look. “I said cover him.”

      The sergeant blanched. “Sir.”

      A blanket was draped over Andrew Jakes’s body, but it was too late. His wife was already in deep shock, rocking back and forth, eyes glazed, muttering to herself. Danny wasn’t sure what she was saying. It sounded like: “I have no life.”

      “Is the ambulance here yet?”

      “Yes, sir. Just arrived.”

      “Good.”

      Detective Danny McGuire moved away out of the victim’s earshot, beckoning his men around him in a tight huddle. “She needs a doctor and a psych evaluation. Officer Menendez, you go with her. Make sure the medical examiner sees her first and we get a full rape kit, swabs, blood tests, the lot.”

      “Of course, sir.”

      Tomorrow, Detective Danny McGuire would question Angela Jakes properly. She was in no fit state tonight.

      “You’d better take the maid with you while you’re at it,” he added. “I can’t hear myself think with her wailing in my ear.”

      A skinny, blond young man with horn-rimmed glasses walked into the room.

      “Sorry I’m late, sir.”

      Detective David Henning might be a card-carrying nerd, but he had one of the best, most logical, deductive brains on the force. Detective Danny McGuire was delighted to see him.

      “Ah, Henning. Good. Call the insurers, get me an inventory of everything that was taken. Then check out the pawnshops and Web sites, see what shows up.”

      Henning nodded.

      “And someone get on to the security provider. A house like this must be alarmed up the wazoo, but it looks like our killer just strolled on in here tonight.”

      Officer Menendez said, “The maid mentioned that she heard a loud bang of some sort around eight p.m.”

      “A gunshot?”

      “No. I asked her that, but she said it was more like a piece of furniture falling over. She was on her way upstairs to check it out, but Mrs. Jakes stopped her, said she’d go up herself.”

      “Then what?”

      “Then nothing. The maid went upstairs at eight forty-five p.m. to bring the old man his cocoa as usual. That’s when she found them and called 911.”

      His cocoa? Danny McGuire tried to visualize the Jakeses’ married life. He pictured a rich, lecherous old man easing his arthritic limbs into bed each night beside his lithe, sexy young bride—then waiting for his maid to bring him a nice cup of cocoa! How could Angela Jakes have borne being pawed by such a decrepit creature? Danny imagined the old man’s bony, liver-spotted fingers stroking Angela’s breasts, her thighs. It was irrational, but the thought made him angry.

      Did it make somebody else angry too? Danny wondered. Angry enough to kill?

      EARLY THE NEXT MORNING, DETECTIVE DANNY McGuire drove to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center. He felt excited. This was his first big murder case. The victim, Andrew Jakes, was a scion of Beverly Hills high society. A case like this could propel Danny’s career into the fast lane if he played his cards right. But it wasn’t just his career prospects that Danny was excited about. It was the prospect of seeing Angela Jakes again.

      There was something uniquely compelling about the young Mrs. Jakes, something beyond her beauty and that violated, made-for-sex body that had haunted Danny’s dreams last night. All the circumstantial evidence suggested that the girl was a shameless gold digger. But Danny found himself hoping that she wasn’t. That there was some other explanation for her marriage to a man old enough to be her grandfather. Danny McGuire loathed gold diggers. He did not want to have to loathe Angela Jakes.

      “How’s the patient?”

      The duty nurse outside Angela Jakes’s private room eyed Danny suspiciously. “Who’s asking?”

      Danny flashed her his badge and most winning Irish smile

      “Oh! Good morning, Detective.” The nurse returned his smile, surreptitiously checking his left hand for a wedding band. For a cop he was unusually attractive: strong jaw, lapis-blue eyes and a mop of thick black Celtic curls that her own boyfriend would have killed for. “The patient’s tired.”

      “How tired? Can I question her?”

      You can question me, thought the nurse, admiring Danny’s boxer’s physique beneath his plain white Brooks Brothers shirt. “You can see her as long as you take it easy. She’s had some morphine for the pain in her face. Her left cheekbone was fractured and one of her eyes is quite badly damaged. But she’s lucid.”

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