A Baby For Lord Roderick. Emily Dalton
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Название: A Baby For Lord Roderick
Автор: Emily Dalton
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Mills & Boon American Romance
isbn: 9781474021838
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Liam set his jaw. Too bad if she did. Besides, what was stopping her and her Sheriff boyfriend from making babies of their own? They had to be an “item.” What other explanation was there for Sheriff Renshaw’s familiarity with Allie’s house?
DOUG HAD NEVER SEEN such a bloody mess in his life. It was all he could do to keep his dinner down. Sure, Annabella wasn’t known for its violent crime and he’d only been on hand for a couple of domestic disturbances that involved shootings, but not even Homer Bledsoe’s gushing neck wound had prepared Doug for the women’s bathroom at Johnsons’ Gas ’n Go.
Whoever had given birth to that baby had lost a lot of blood doing it. Which made him wonder if it wouldn’t be a good idea to check the hospital at Kamas for recent admissions. He’d better check the morgue, too.
“I smell like hell.” Lamont Johnson, the county’s one and only full-time Crime Scene Technician, was standing in the Dumpster in waist-high garbage. “Kelly’s not going to let me in the house tonight.”
“Why should tonight be any different, Lamont?” Doug stripped off the latex gloves he’d been wearing and carefully put them in a plastic bag, tied it off and stuffed it back inside the pouch on his belt.
Lamont snorted. “You’re one to talk. Allie’s still lockin’ you out, I hear.”
“You shouldn’t listen to gossip. Besides, my situation with Allie is different. We’re not married anymore.”
“Just wished you were, eh?” Lamont straightened up, pressing his knuckles into the small of his back. “I’m done here. There’s more than enough evidence in the blood samples I collected to match DNA to a likely suspect.”
Doug grabbed the tight muscles at the back of his neck and grimaced up at the dark sky. It had finally stopped raining, but the clouds still blocked any hint of stars and moon.
“There’s the rub. We haven’t got any suspects. And besides the blood, all we’ve got is that ratty old quilt.”
Lamont struggled out of the Dumpster. “Think Captain Hightower will send you some help?” he asked on a grunt as his feet hit the asphalt.
“Maybe if I ask for it. But I’m not going to ask. This is my town and I know it better than any of those jokers Hightower might send me from the main office. I know the people and I know how to talk…and not talk…to them. I’ll have better luck with this investigation if I do it on my own and in my own way. Besides, if news of this got beyond Annabella that that royal pretty boy, McAllister, found the baby, the national media might grab hold of it and the town could be overrun with paparazzi. It’s best if we try to keep this local, and Hightower agrees.”
Lamont nodded and hiked up his drooping pants. “Well, that makes sense. But you’re taking on a lot, Doug. If you don’t have a clue who the perpetrator is, you’re goin’ to be doing a helluva lot of overtime.”
Doug shook his head and gave a ragged sigh. “Lamont, when I think about how hard Allie and I tried to have a baby, then someone just throws one away like that…The whole damned thing just makes me want to puke.”
Lamont snapped off his gloves and gave Doug a keen look. “I guess you really want to solve this case?”
Doug nodded grimly. “Yeah, Lamont, I guess I sure as hell do.”
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