Hidden Witness. Beverly Long

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      “What happens after six months?”

      He shrugged. “I sign another lease. Or I don’t.”

      “How long have you lived there?”

      “Five years.”

      That was weird. He’d been on the job for thirteen years and lived in the same apartment for five years but he was still only interested in a six-month lease. Maybe that was how things were done in the Central West End.

      She had no idea where that was but assumed it was likely sort of upscale, like Chase. He wore a nice watch, good leather shoes, had nice manners and he’d looked very comfortable in a tux.

      “I’ve been saving for a house,” she admitted. “I love my apartment building and my neighbors but lately, I’ve been thinking that it’s time for me to get a house. But now...I’m not sure. Maybe the security of having neighbors close by is what I need.”

      He took his eyes off the road in order to look at her again. “You’ve had a tough couple of months. Don’t make any big decisions right now. Sit back, consider, then act when you’re ready.”

      Others had given her the same advice, although not in those exact words. She let out the breath she’d been holding. Maybe in Ravesville, she could do that. Just relax.

      She felt the ever-present knot in her stomach release just a little. Now the quiet was no longer oppressive. It felt safe. Nice. She closed her eyes and didn’t open them again until she felt someone lightly shaking her shoulder.

      “We’re here,” he said.

      She was surprised to see that it was getting dark. She looked at the clock on the dash. Twenty minutes after six. Her stomach rumbled and she pressed the palm of her hand against it.

      “I imagine you’re hungry,” he said.

      She’d had toast for breakfast, nothing for lunch and a bite of cake that he’d popped into her mouth. “Yes,” she said, turning her neck slowly to get the kinks out. “So this is it?”

      It was a wide street, lined with freshly painted perpendicular parking spaces. The buildings were mostly old, lots of red brick, nothing over three stories. There were a few flower boxes with brightly colored mums below the windows and some more pots scattered down the sidewalk. There was an empty bike rack at the end of the block.

      He’d been right about the restaurant. The Wright Here, Wright Now Café had its lights on and there were a few cars parked in front of the two-story brick building. Other than that, the only other cars were three or four gathered together at the end of the next block. “What’s down there?” she asked, pointing. “Besides the edge of town?”

      “A bar. Everything else closes up tight in the evenings.”

      She’d grown up in Manhattan and moved to Miami when she was sixteen, after her mom got a new job as the general counsel for an insurance company. Her dad had been a writer and had worked from home. They’d been killed by a drunk driver four years later. She’d stayed in Florida, hadn’t really had anyplace else to go. While not Manhattan, Miami was still a large city where they didn’t roll up the streets at half past six.

      “I hope the food is good,” she said, almost under her breath.

      “Don’t get your hopes up,” he said. “But we need to eat. I’m not confident that there will be anything at the house.”

      They got out of the car. When Chase crossed in front of the hood, she thought she saw just a hint of a limp. She hadn’t noticed it before. “Did you hurt your leg?” she asked.

      He waved it off. “Stiff from driving,” he said.

      “So how did your stepfather die?” she asked as they walked down the sidewalk toward the restaurant.

      “Car accident.”

      “I’m sorry,” she said. “Was it a big funeral?”

      He didn’t answer. But he did hold the door open for her. She walked into the restaurant. It was brightly lit. There were three tables with customers. On the nine other available tables, there were tan paper placemats and silverware wrapped in white paper napkins.

      A woman, maybe midthirties, with gorgeous long red hair to her waist pulled back into a low ponytail, walked through the swinging door at the rear of the restaurant. She carried plates in both hands. She gave them a quick smile, but when her gaze settled on Chase, it faded.

      She set her plates down with a thud, startling the older couple at the table, who also turned to stare at the two of them.

      “Damn you, Chase Hollister,” she said. “You just cost me ten bucks. I bet that you wouldn’t come back.”

       Chapter Three

      She watched as Chase reached into his pocket, pulled out a ten-dollar bill and handed it to the woman. “Now we’re even.”

      The woman threw her head back and laughed. “How’s your good-for-nothing brother?” she asked.

      “Still thinks he’s the boss of me,” Chase said.

      She laughed again. “Nobody was ever the boss of you, that’s for sure. People round here still talk about some of the stuff you pulled.”

      Hmm... Was it possible that there was more to Detective Hollister than his professional attitude let on?

      Chase turned toward her. “This is my wife, Raney,” he said smoothly, as if it were really true and he’d been introducing her for a long time as his wife. “Raney, this is Trish Wright.”

      “Wright-Roper,” the woman corrected.

      “Didn’t realize you were married,” Chase said.

      “Widowed,” she said.

      “I’m sorry,” Chase apologized, sounding as if he meant it.

      The pretty woman shrugged but Raney could tell that the pain was still there. But she lifted her chin and extended a hand in Raney’s direction.

      There was a history between Chase and Trish but Raney couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Not lovers. But something. She shook the woman’s hand.

      “Been to the old place yet?” Trish asked.

      “Nope. Just got into town.”

      “You’ll have your work cut out for you,” she said. “It’s gone downhill in the past few years.”

      Chase shrugged as if the news didn’t bother him. But Raney saw him swallow hard. “Not planning on staying there long,” he said.

      “Well, don’t be a stranger while you’re here,” she said. “I know Summer would like СКАЧАТЬ