Dangerous Tidings. Dana Mentink
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Название: Dangerous Tidings
Автор: Dana Mentink
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Mills & Boon Love Inspired Suspense
isbn: 9781474045506
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Donna leaped from the chair, brushed aside Brent’s restraining hands and ran to Marco. “You’re bleeding.”
“Minor. Did he hurt you?”
“No. Just scared me. Sit down. This man...” She looked at Brent. “He’s got some medical training.”
Brent raised an eyebrow. “You should do what she says. I’m certain she’s smarter than you.”
Marco reluctantly sat in the chair and Brent took a look at his wound. “Long and shallow.”
“Minor, like I said.”
Donna snatched up more napkins and handed them to Brent, who placed them on the wound. When he tried to hold them in place, Marco swatted his hands away.
“I can do it.”
“What happened?” Brent asked. “You forgot to duck?”
“Sliced me, and made it to his truck.”
Donna knew she should be terrified that the crazy attacker was out there somewhere, but at the moment, she could feel only relief. Marco, a man who was like a brother to her, was not seriously hurt.
She turned to Brent. He was tall, a good six feet, with broad shoulders and the required military short haircut. Dark eyes, thick brows, an old bruise healing on his forehead. “Thank you, for what you did.”
He shrugged. “No problem.”
She quirked an eyebrow. “Why are you here?”
Marco huffed. “That’s what I was trying to get out of him.”
The police arrived then, sirens blaring. Three officers raced in, hands on their guns.
Marco filled them in.
The tallest one, a uniformed woman, introduced herself as Officer Huffington. Donna knew her even before the introduction. She’d been the one to show up in the hospital after her father was pronounced dead. Professional, unemotional. Donna felt anything but. Huffington listened intently to the three as they related the story as best they could.
“Now do you see what I’ve been saying? Someone was after my father. He came here trying to scare me.” And it worked, she said to herself. Her knees were still shaking, palms ice-cold.
“We’ll investigate, I can assure you, Ms. Gallagher, but what would his motive be, this guy?”
“To stop me from investigating.”
“Investigating what?”
Brent edged forward. “I’d like to hear that, too.”
Officer Huffington gave him the once-over. “So I guess this is the part when you tell me why you happened to be here at eleven thirty on a rainy night.”
Marco grunted as a paramedic cleansed the wound.
Brent’s eyes darkened, all traces of a smile gone. “I found the address to this business at my sister’s apartment. I haven’t heard from her recently. I was worried. I came here.”
“Who is your sister?” Officer Huffington said.
Brent pointed to the name on the file sitting on the conference table.
“Pauline Mitchell. Seems like Bruce Gallagher was looking into something for my sister.” He looked squarely at Donna. “I’d like to know what that was.”
After a volley of questions and answers, Officer Huffington moved to speak with her officers. Brent wanted to talk to Donna, but Marco fielded most of the questions in a maddeningly brusque manner. Brent realized that Marco was trying to get rid of him. Reasonable. It was going on 12:30 a.m. The man was obviously family to Donna, and the woman had just been through a violent attack on the heels of losing Bruce Gallagher. He was sorry to have to press, but the roaring of his instincts would not be quieted now.
“My sister is missing,” he stated again calmly. “She obviously went to see Bruce Gallagher on some private matter.” Too private to tell her brother. He swallowed the guilt. “I want to know what it was about.”
Donna looked him over, pale but resolute. “Mr. Mitchell, I know your sister. I’m a vet. She brought her dog, Radar, in to see me a month and a half ago, but I don’t know what she discussed with my father. I remember chatting with her that Dad was an investigator, but I had no idea she was his client.”
“What’s in the file?”
She jerked her head toward the manila folder still sitting on the conference table. “Nothing, really. Just some names.”
“What names?”
Officer Huffington rejoined the conversation. “What makes you think your sister is missing, Mr. Mitchell?”
“Haven’t heard from her for three weeks.”
“Is that unusual?”
He rolled a shoulder as a new wave of guilt hit. “No, but I’ve left messages that she hasn’t returned.”
Donna nodded. “I’ve repeatedly called to check on Radar, her dog, and she didn’t return those calls, either.”
“Any discussion about her taking a trip?”
Brent shook his head. “Not that I know of.”
“Actually,” Donna said, “when she brought Radar in, she mentioned a trip to Carmel.”
Brent sighed inwardly. Of course she hadn’t told him. He’d never made the time to listen. She did not take priority above his coast guard duties. Be the hero to everyone but your own sister, Brent.
“Okay,” Huffington said. “Give me Pauline’s address and I’ll send someone over to look at her place after our search for this guy is concluded.”
Brent provided the address.
She looked at Donna. “And I’ll need a copy of what’s in your father’s file.”
Donna went to the copier in the corner. He noticed she was careful to screen his view. She was protecting some sort of information because she didn’t trust him. Gratitude for his catapult through her window went only so far. He suspected the Gallaghers and company were a tight-knit clan.
Fine. He’d get the information he needed one way or another, and he wasn’t about to wait until the cops made time to search Pauline’s home. The Mitchells could be tight-knit, too, just the two of them. “All right. I’ll be going, then, if you don’t need anything further.”
“Got your info,” Huffington said, looking up from her discussion with another СКАЧАТЬ