Relentless. Jan Hambright

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      “This is because I’m a Robear, isn’t it?”

      “No.”

      “You think because of what my family did for a living, it automatically makes me a car thief, too? Well you’re wrong, Mick Jacoby. You’re dead wrong and sooner or later you’re going to have to stop hating Robears.”

      She pushed the front door open and slammed it shut in his face.

      Mick stood perfectly still on the step letting her words soak through his thick hide. The truth stung like a yellow jacket. Had he become so jaded he couldn’t tell the good from the bad anymore? The day was when he’d had more faith in people, but the sun had long since set on that delusion. He shrugged off her observation and took the steps quickly. Once he reached his car, he scanned the street again and tried to shake the unease that gnawed at his mind and set his nerves on edge.

      The cars parked in the street were all unoccupied. He watched the wooded area directly across the roadway for movement. Nothing.

      If she was being watched, it would have to be by a phantom, because nothing was out of the ordinary. He climbed into his car and fired the engine.

      KATE LEANED AGAINST the front door feeling the full effect of Mick Jacoby’s heat. He had it in for her, but how deep would he dig?

      “Kate, what’s going on?” Molly asked.

      “Nothing, just a cop with an attitude and an appetite for Robears.”

      “Well,” Molly whispered, “he can take a bite out of me anytime.”

      “You goof.” She had to admit there wasn’t much wrong with the Mick Jacoby package—fair hair, light green eyes—a surfer stranded on dry land, with enough muscle distributed in all the right places to make any woman fake drowning. “Okay. He’s hot, five million degrees, but cops aren’t my style.”

      “Emm.” Molly wagged her finger in Kate’s face and moved toward the door. “I’d make an exception for that one.”

      “No way.”

      “All the same, you need a man in your life. Someone safe.”

      “Where have you been, sweetie? Cops are about as safe as a five-year-old with a lighter.”

      Molly grasped the knob. “Okay, you’ve got a point, but maybe you won’t ditch the idea completely?”

      “Maybe.” She hugged her friend. “Thanks for taking Cody overnight.”

      “No problem.” Molly waved and strolled down the sidewalk to her SUV. She climbed in and pulled away from the curb.

      Kate was about to go back into the house when she noticed the sleek black car on the opposite side of the street, exposed now that Molly’s Suburban was gone. Normally it wouldn’t have bothered her, but the windows were black. Tinted to the point she couldn’t see inside the vehicle. A customized Honda?

      Riding a wave of caution, she hurried inside and closed the door. She was being silly, but she’d never seen the car in the neighborhood. She looked around and spotted Cody on the sofa, TV remote in hand and Rugrats on the screen.

      She plopped down next to him and rubbed his head. “So what did you and Molly do yesterday?”

      “Nothing, Mom. Just went to the zoo and saw the animals. I got some candy and we came home.”

      “That’s not nothing, Cody. Did you thank her for taking you?”

      “Yeah.”

      “Good job.” She planted a kiss on his dark head and smelled his hair.

      “Shall we go to see your daddy today, before you leave?”

      “No. It smells funny.”

      “We make exceptions for people we care about, son. Your daddy needs to see you.”

      “Okay.” Cody fiddled with the remote. “He lets me push him’s buttons.”

      She patted his leg. “That’s better. I’ll dry my hair and we’ll go.” She stood up and felt the weight of guilt turn solid in her stomach, as it did every time they went to see Jake Talbot, Cody’s father, a twenty-eight-year-old man strapped in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. A man she’d put there with a dare.

      MICK SAT NEXT TO Sergeant Schneider’s desk with the Romaro file in his hand. “His address of record is Taft Street?”

      “Yeah, real dump. I talked to the landlord. Said the guy was four months behind on his rent, claimed he hadn’t see him for almost a month. He opened the apartment, and damn if the refrigerator hadn’t seen the guy in a month, either. The power had been shut off and the place was a stinking mess.”

      “Real winner, huh?”

      “Yeah.”

      Mick studied the autopsy photos. “So any idea who diced the guy?”

      Schneider shoved a toothpick between the gap in his front teeth and rocked back in his chair. “Always looked like a revenge kill to me. Up close and personal, but I could never connect the dots. The crime lab didn’t find any trace evidence on the body. He was probably killed somewhere else and dumped in the river. No way to know where he went in. The killer didn’t try to weight the body, guess he knew Mississippi mud does a scrub job.”

      “Did you talk to Romaro’s family?”

      “Nobody to talk to. Couldn’t find a thread to unravel. It was almost like the guy appeared out of nowhere.”

      “An alias?”

      “That’s my guess, but he had ID on him.”

      “Prints?”

      “We ran him through AFIS. No record.”

      Mick laid the file on the edge of Schneider’s desk, frustrated by the lack of information. The address Kate had given him for the house where she’d repoed the car was nowhere near the victim’s apartment.

      “I’ve got a list of deadbeats.” He pulled Kate’s list out of his notepad. “My witness repoed Romaro’s car along with the rest of these guys. Let’s run them and see what shakes.”

      “No problem.” Ben took the list, eyeing it carefully. “What do ya know.”

      “You got something?”

      “Orlando Durant. I can’t believe he bought a car. Stealing them is more his style. I got a fax a couple of days ago from the Michigan State Police. They caught him doing one hundred forty up I-75, headed for Canada. He was sitting behind the wheel of a brand new Maserati registered in his name. The kicker is there was a suitcase full of money in the trunk. They’re holding him for reckless driving and eluding an officer. We’ve got first claim on him, but he’s fighting extradition.”

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