Название: Chickasaw County Captive
Автор: Paula Graves
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Зарубежные детективы
isbn: 9781472035608
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“Kristen?” Foley called from somewhere behind them.
Maddy Cooper flung herself at Kristen, her arms tightening around her. The little girl buried her tear-damp face in Kristen’s neck, shaking with fear.
“It’s okay,” she soothed, fighting the primal urge to push the little girl away and run as fast and as far as she could—the way she felt every time she was this close to a child. Instead, she picked Maddy up and turned to face her partner. The scent of baby shampoo filled her lungs, making her feel weak, but she clung to her equilibrium.
Sam Cooper stood by Foley, staring at her with eyes full of shock and fragile hope. “Maddy?”
At the sound of her father’s voice, Maddy wriggled to get away. Kristen put her down, and the child weaved through the stacks of boxes to reach her father.
He scooped her into his arms and smothered her face with kisses. “Oh, baby, are you okay?” Sam held his daughter away to get a good look.
Kristen looked away, a powerful ache spreading like poison in her chest.
“The bad man hurt Cissy!” Maddy wailed.
“I know, baby, but the bad man is gone now. And Cissy’s getting help. It’ll be all right now, okay?” Out of the corner of her eye, Kristen saw Sam Cooper thumb away the tears spilling from his daughter’s eyes.
“Mr. Cooper, we need to ask Maddy—” Foley began.
“Enough, Foley,” Kristen said flatly, joining them in the doorway. “You might want to take her to the hospital, too, let a doctor check her over,” she said to Sam. “We’ll talk to you soon.” She grabbed her partner’s arm, tugging him with her as she headed out of the room. She couldn’t stay there one minute longer, she knew.
Foley stopped in the middle of the hallway. “How the hell did you know—?”
“Kids like to play hide-and-seek,” she said, moving ahead of him down the hallway.
She knew from experience.
HOSPITALS HAD A SMELL TO THEM, a strange mix of antiseptic and disease that made Kristen’s skin crawl. A doctor had once told her that knowing the reason behind an irrational aversion was the key to overcoming it. But knowing why she hated hospitals hadn’t done much to cure Kristen of her phobia.
The doctors were still examining the two Cooper girls. Across from where she and Jason Foley stood, the girls’ grandparents sat in aluminum-and-vinyl chairs backed up against the hallway outside the emergency treatment bays. The elder Coopers flanked a scared-looking boy of eleven or so—Cissy’s brother, Michael.
“Why are we here?” Kristen asked Foley softly. “We should be back at the crime scene.”
Foley slanted a gaze toward the grandparents before speaking in a whisper. “The girls saw their attacker.”
“One of them has a cracked skull and the other is practically a baby,” Kristen shot back, apparently louder than she realized, for Mrs. Cooper sent a pained look her way. Kristen took a few steps away from the family, waiting for Foley to catch up with her before she added, “We should be supervising the evidence retrieval.”
“Goddard’s perfectly capable of that,” Foley said. “The answers are here with the girls.”
Kristen stopped arguing, mostly because she knew her desire to leave had less to do with good police work and more to do with her need to get the hell out of this hospital.
The doors to the Emergency wing opened, ushering in a cool night breeze and two men dressed in jeans and T-shirts. They were tall and dark-haired, clearly related to Sam Cooper and his brother J.D. The two men looked so alike, Kristen wondered if they were twins.
The one in the dark blue T-shirt caught sight of the elder Coopers. “Mom!” He hurried to her side and crouched by the chair. “I got your voice mail. Any word?”
Mrs. Cooper shook her head. “We’re still waiting to hear. Sam and J.D. went back there with the kids. Cissy was still unconscious when she came in.”
“What about Maddy?”
“She seems okay, but Sam wanted her looked over anyway.”
The other man ruffled the dark hair of the young boy sandwiched between the grandparents, hunkering down until he was eye level with the child. “How you holdin’ up, sport?”
Michael managed a faint smile. “I’m okay, Uncle Gabe.”
The man in the blue T-shirt caught Kristen watching. His gaze settled on the back of Kristen’s right hand for a second. She saw recognition as he raised his blue eyes to meet hers.
Kristen ignored the look, but Foley flashed his badge at the newcomers, so she had no choice but to follow.
Foley introduced himself. “You’re the girls’ uncles?”
The man in the blue T-shirt shook the hand Foley offered. “Jake Cooper. Sam and J.D. are my brothers. This is my brother Gabe.” He nodded toward the man who had to be his twin.
Foley introduced her. “This is Detective Kristen Tandy.”
Jake’s gaze slanted toward the scar on her hand. “I know.”
She squelched the urge to stick her hand in her pocket. “Detective Foley and I are investigating the case.”
“So I gathered.” He looked from Kristen to Foley and back. “What the hell happened at Sam’s house?”
“That’s what we’d like to ask your nieces.”
“Mom says Cissy’s still unconscious and Maddy’s gotta be traumatized. Can’t it wait till morning?”
“The sooner we know what happened, the sooner we find who did it and stop it from happening again,” Foley said soothingly.
“Sam!” Mrs. Cooper’s voice drew their attention. Kristen saw Sam Cooper coming down the hallway, his daughter perched on his hip. Maddy had red-rimmed eyes and a slightly snotty nose, but apparently she’d received a clean bill of health.
Sam locked gazes with Kristen. One dark brow ticked upward before he looked back at his mother.
As Mrs. Cooper reached for the little girl, Maddy clung to her father, tightening her grip around his neck. Sam gave his mother an apologetic look and kissed her forehead, then crossed to Kristen and Foley. “I thought you’d still be at the house.”
“We were hoping to talk to the girls,” Foley said.
“Cissy’s still unconscious. They’ve called in a helicopter to take her to Birmingham.” Sam’s eyes darkened with anger. “If I ever get my hands on the son of a bitch who did this—”
“What about your daughter?” Foley pressed.
Sam looked at Kristen rather than Foley. “Can’t it wait?”
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