Kansas City Christmas. Julie Miller

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      Edward snatched it from her grasp and plunked the tip down on the concrete, feeling a sudden need to lean on its support.

      “What is it, then?” she asked. Despite his surly lack of thanks, she was looking more curious than irritated now. And the fear he’d put in her eyes a few minutes ago was long gone. “Have you discovered a new lead on your father’s murder?”

      Right. He was here to work. To ask questions and do things a regular cop couldn’t do. Hormonal reactions and hits to the ego had nothing to do with this. “Detective Grove is running the investigation, but I have a different angle I want to work on the case.”

      “And you have clearance to do that on your own father’s murder?”

      “I said it was unofficial.”

      “I see.” She worked her green-gloved fingers around the strap of her shoulder bag. When the kneading movement stilled, she tipped her chin and looked him straight in the eye. “You do know that the two bullets I recovered from your father’s body in April have since decomposed to the point that they’re useless for any kind of clinical analysis. And that my lab’s original ballistics and trace reports on them were purged from my computer files by a virus?”

      His brothers had filled him in on the destruction of evidence that seemed too convenient to be any kind of accident. “Those are just a couple of the problems I have with this case. That’s why I’m taking advantage of my…inactive…status with the department to do a little investigating on my own.”

      She clutched the strap tighter and took a step closer. “You think there’s someone on the inside messing with this case?”

      “Possibly.” Somebody with connections somewhere had been systematically eliminating witnesses and destroying evidence almost as soon as they were uncovered. Z Group, the covert agency Edward and his brothers believed was behind their father’s murder, had vast resources—enough to pay off or extort cooperation from almost anyone. It was the players who wouldn’t cooperate—like John Kincaid—who’d been silenced. “I don’t want to think it’s a cop, but there are a lot of other people with connections to the department to consider as well—the lab, the press, technical staff, veterans, family.”

      She shook her head. “No one from my lab—”

      “I’m not accusing you of anything. I’m just looking for answers.”

      Her smooth, unadorned lips curled into a pensive frown. But those hazel eyes indicated she’d been thinking something through from the moment he’d released her. It almost startled him when her face relaxed into a smile. “I’ve never liked an unfinished puzzle. As long as it’s not illegal, how can I help?”

      The steel door leading from the garage into the building opened behind her and a young man with spiky brown hair walked out. Edward lowered his voice. “I’d rather not discuss it here. Are you free right now? I’ll buy you a cup of coffee.”

      It was half past midnight on a Wednesday morning. But he was hoping her work schedule meant she was a fellow night owl. “Well, I was planning to go home and get five hours of sleep before I have to turn around and come back to work in the morning. We’re all covering extra shifts during the holidays so folks can go on vacation and be with their families.”

      Holidays. Holly. Oh, joy. The blinking reindeer nose on her coat had been far easier to ignore than the unique color of her eyes. But now Rudolph seemed to be flashing in his retinas like some kind of danger warning. Suddenly, what had just been another winter night was now one of the final shopping days left before Christmas. Suddenly, he was bleeding out in the snow and saying Merry Christmas to his daughter for the very last time.

      “Hey.”

      Something soft and warm brushed across the back of his knuckles and Edward’s eyes popped open. Oh God. Where had he gone? What had he said? Was he scowling as hard as the cramp in his jaw indicated? He needed to get out of here and get a beer.

       No, Daddy. You promised.

      “Fine. No beer.”

      “Excuse me?” The blurring of past and present cleared and he saw the green glove resting atop his hand where it fisted around his cane. He heard the articulate voice. Focused in on the confused concern shining in those clear green-gold eyes. “Are you okay?”

      Every impulse in his body screamed to turn his hand and hold tight to Holly Masterson’s gentle touch, as though it was a lifeline to sanity and redemption. But that was crazy. He was crazy. The good doctor was just being kind.

      Edward wisely pulled away before she called the loony wagon on him. “Yeah. Um, sorry about that. I was asking—”

      “Holly?” The young man who’d entered the garage a moment ago called to her from a pickup truck a couple of vehicles away. “Is everything okay? I thought you’d already gone.”

      Edward couldn’t help but notice the flinch in her shoulders as the young man approached. He’d been looming over her like some kind of beast from a fairy tale, but this clean-cut college boy startled her?

      “Sure, Rick. Everything’s fine.”

      Rick’s gaze darted from his coworker up to Edward and quickly back to Holly again. “Do you want me to wait for you to get into your car?”

      “I said I was fine. Thanks for asking, though. I’ll see you tomorrow.” When she shifted her full attention back to his own beastly countenance, her voice was clear and certain. “Shall we go solve that puzzle? Edward?”

      The man named Rick climbed into his truck and started the engine, but Edward was painfully aware that he didn’t back out and drive away. He nodded to Holly, not sure if he was feeling ashamed or angered at the other man’s assumption that, just by his fearsome appearance and proximity, he meant her harm. And why was it even more unsettling that her initial fear of him had abated to the point that it sounded as though she was defending him?

      “Name the place,” Edward answered, worried about just what kind of emotional roller coaster ride he’d signed up for when he’d agreed to help Holden find their father’s killer. “I’ll follow you.”

      He had a feeling the man named Rick would be following him.

      THE MOONLIGHT CAFE AND COFFEE BAR on the Plaza stayed open until two in the morning between Thanksgiving and New Year’s to make the most of the influx of tourists and locals who came to see the million-plus holiday lights decorating nearly every rooftop line of the historic upscale shopping and entertainment district. Whether they’d come to have a drink, see a movie or soak up the pervasive holiday atmosphere, the sidewalks and streets were crowded. People from all over the city, and visitors staying in the nearby hotels, were walking about, looking in dressed-up storefront windows and enjoying the festive glow that was both literal and metaphoric this time of year.

      The steady fall of light snow that added an extra few inches of white to the hilly streets didn’t deter any of the couples sharing horse-drawn carriage rides. The dropping temperatures that nearly froze Brush Creek and the scenic walkway on either side of it didn’t keep groups of young-somethings from taking souvenir pictures and hopping from one establishment to the next. If anything, the wintry weather seemed to intensify the laughter and “Look there!’s” and romantic appreciation for the district’s Mediterranean architecture, statues and fountains, СКАЧАТЬ