Cold Case Colton. Addison Fox

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       Chapter 2

      Hawk knew precious little about the world at large. He wasn’t a fashionable man, nor was he particularly concerned with fancy cars or big houses. He cared little for power and cared even less for the trappings of wealth.

      But he knew people.

      And the woman who stepped out of the back of the Honeysuckle Road boutique wore a haunted look that had no place on a random Thursday morning.

      “Miss Colton?”

      She gathered herself quickly, that troubled look fading as if it had never been, but Hawk made note of it, regardless. “Yes, how can I help you?”

      “My name’s Hawk Huntley. I’d like a word with you, if I may.”

      “About?”

      Hawk glanced at Evelyn, hovering in the back of the shop. Although her gaze was averted, he had no doubt the woman was on high alert. “It’s a private matter.”

      Claudia Colton followed his gaze before hers hardened. “Have we met before?”

      “No, ma’am.”

      “Well, then, whatever it is, we can discuss it here.”

      She had a spine, he’d give her that. And from the photos of her that he’d reviewed online, he’d admittedly expected a bit more spunk and fire. All the more reason the frightened look she’d worn when she’d entered the shop had been a surprise.

      “Your call.” It was her call, but Hawk couldn’t help thinking that she’d be sorry the moment he told her his reasons for being there.

      What surprised him even more was how sorry he was to be the bearer of bad news. He’d taken the case to help the Krupid family find answers. Although it had taken him a while to work backward through a quarter century of empty threads and the sheer passage of time, it hadn’t changed his willingness to work their case or try to help them.

      Bit by bit, he’d combed through the leads that had brought him to Claudia Colton’s door, each one a deliberate step forward.

      How humbling, then, to realize the journey might only be beginning.

      “How well do you know your mother?”

      Her big gray eyes widened before narrowing quickly. “You’re here about my mother?”

      “In part.”

      “Why don’t we start from the beginning, then. Who are you?”

      Hawk produced a card and handed it over. “I’m a private investigator. I have an office in Houston and I’ve been working on a case for the Krupid family for the past few months.”

      He deliberately tossed out the Krupid name, curious to see if it registered, but Claudia remained unaffected as she glanced up from the card.

      When she said nothing, he continued on. “They lost a daughter many years ago.”

      Although confusion stamped her features, the wariness that had ridden her gaze at his arrival had faded in full. “I’m sorry for their loss, Mr. Huntley, but how does that have anything to do with me or my mother?”

      “You’re aware of your mother’s ties to the skin trade?”

      A flicker of something crossed her face, then vanished nearly as fast as it arrived. “Yes.”

      “The Krupids believe their daughter was a part of your mother’s business, enslaved into prostitution.”

      He’d expected anger. Perhaps even a bit of denial. What he never expected were the clear signs of remorse and sadness. They filled her face in sympathetic lines and spilled over in the gentling of her voice. “I wish I could say I’m surprised, but my mother ruined many lives. More than I’m sure we can ever fully fathom.”

      “You’re aware of your mother’s crimes?”

      “Of course. I was a teenager when she went to jail, but I’m well aware of what she’s capable of. Worse, I’m aware of what she’s done.”

      From her ties to sex trafficking, to the politicians she’d kept in her pocket, to the tight rein she had over most everything illegal in central Texas, Livia Colton had done enough damage for five lives. Even today, there were rumors she’d only been convicted for about a third of what she was actually responsible for, including several murders that remained unsolved.

      Yet even with that knowledge, Hawk was surprised by Claudia’s quiet acceptance.

      The still figure captivated him and he paused a moment to simply observe her. She was a beautiful woman. Tall and voluptuous, she had blond hair that cascaded down over her shoulders in a golden glow, matched to gray eyes that could knock a man to his knees. She had a sophistication and grace about her—a refinement, really—that carried СКАЧАТЬ