publicist nodded.
Angel asked more questions and took notes. She focused on every word Ethan said. Watching him had become a total distraction. When she glanced at him, and he seemed to look back, she turned away until she remembered Ethan was blind. He wouldn’t see her staring at him. Knowing that was liberating. She took advantage of the situation, something she never would have done with a sighted man.
Ethan was tall and had a lean muscular build. He wore his dark hair a little long, and it had a natural wave to it as if he’d finger combed it. His skin looked flawless, pale with an appealing blush to his cheeks. He had a boyish appearance at times, yet the haunted look in his dark eyes made him appear older than his years. Whenever he talked, she couldn’t help but stare at his full lips.
“ Can I get you a drink? I’ve got a stocked bar or I can brew coffee if you’d prefer.” Unlike Rachel Blevins, Ethan Chandler was a considerate host. After he didn’t get any takers, he poured himself a Scotch, neat.
Ethan moved with such confidence in his home that Angel almost forgot he was blind. He had a brooding masculine manner, and he gestured with an easy grace. Perhaps being blind had taught him to move differently than most men, and she found the long fingers of his hands captivating. Ethan made beautiful music with those hands.
Watching him was mesmerizing.
“ Who would do such a terrible thing?” He gulped down his drink. “Everyone loved her.” After a long moment, he asked, “Was this a mugging? I have no idea why Livie would have been at a park, especially at that hour. Not when she…was supposed to be with me.”
“ We’d like to know why she went to that park too,” Angel said. “Did she use drugs of any kind?”
“ No.” He sounded adamant until his voice softened. “Not that I know of.”
She glanced at her partner. Given the new evidence found on the body, now would be the time to ask about Olivia’s love life. She thought it best to find another way to get what she wanted—to avoid upsetting Ethan—but no matter how she worded her question, there’d be no easy way to broach the subject.
“Please forgive me, but I have to ask a very personal question. When was the last time you and Olivia had been intimate?”
Ethan turned his head and stared through her.
“How is that pertinent to your investigation?” he asked. “I don’t understand.”
“ The question is routine. The medical examiner will need to know for exclusionary purposes if he finds something during the autopsy. Now please, answer my question.”
When Ethan stalled, Rachel Blevins fidgeted in her chair. Angel would have expected the publicist to intervene in the interest of protecting her client, but the woman didn’t interfere. Cronan must have noticed the same thing.
“I’ve changed my mind. I can use coffee. Anyone else?” her partner asked.
Angel shook her head, and the publicist did the same. When Ethan didn’t respond at all, Cronan turned to Rachel.
“Show me where the kitchen is?”
“ Uh, yeah. Sure.”
After her partner left with Rachel, Angel was alone with Ethan. She knew Cronan well enough to know that he’d been deliberate in splitting up the publicist from her client, hoping Ethan would be freer to share. Rachel also had strong opinions about Olivia Davenport. If the woman didn’t have to worry about the feelings of her client, she might be brutally honest. Divide and conquer was worth a shot. Angel couldn’t let Ethan off the hook. She needed his answer.
“Please, Mr. Chandler. Answer the question. When was the last time you had sex with Olivia Davenport?”
***
Rachel Blevins had seen through Gabe’s ruse to get her alone, and she didn’t look happy about it, but the fact that she came with him told Cronan something. She wanted to spill her guts. An ornery woman like Rachel always did, even though she probably wouldn’t make it easy. She crossed her arms and glared at him
Angel asked more questions and took notes. She focused on every word Ethan said. Watching him had become a total distraction. When she glanced at him, and he seemed to look back, she turned away until she remembered Ethan was blind. He wouldn’t see her staring at him. Knowing that was liberating. She took advantage of the situation, something she never would have done with a sighted man.
Ethan was tall and had a lean muscular build. He wore his dark hair a little long, and it had a natural wave to it as if he’d finger combed it. His skin looked flawless, pale with an appealing blush to his cheeks. He had a boyish appearance at times, yet the haunted look in his dark eyes made him appear older than his years. Whenever he talked, she couldn’t help but stare at his full lips.
“ Can I get you a drink? I’ve got a stocked bar or I can brew coffee if you’d prefer.” Unlike Rachel Blevins, Ethan Chandler was a considerate host. After he didn’t get any takers, he poured himself a Scotch, neat.
Ethan moved with such confidence in his home that Angel almost forgot he was blind. He had a brooding masculine manner, and he gestured with an easy grace. Perhaps being blind had taught him to move differently than most men, and she found the long fingers of his hands captivating. Ethan made beautiful music with those hands.
Watching him was mesmerizing.
“ Who would do such a terrible thing?” He gulped down his drink. “Everyone loved her.” After a long moment, he asked, “Was this a mugging? I have no idea why Livie would have been at a park, especially at that hour. Not when she…was supposed to be with me.”
“ We’d like to know why she went to that park too,” Angel said. “Did she use drugs of any kind?”
“ No.” He sounded adamant until his voice softened. “Not that I know of.”
She glanced at her partner. Given the new evidence found on the body, now would be the time to ask about Olivia’s love life. She thought it best to find another way to get what she wanted—to avoid upsetting Ethan—but no matter how she worded her question, there’d be no easy way to broach the subject.
“Please forgive me, but I have to ask a very personal question. When was the last time you and Olivia had been intimate?”
Ethan turned his head and stared through her.
“How is that pertinent to your investigation?” he asked. “I don’t understand.”
“ The question is routine. The medical examiner will need to know for exclusionary purposes if he finds something during the autopsy. Now please, answer my question.”
When Ethan stalled, Rachel Blevins fidgeted in her chair. Angel would have expected the publicist to intervene in the interest of protecting her client, but the woman didn’t interfere. Cronan must have noticed the same thing.
“I’ve changed my mind. I can use coffee. Anyone else?” her partner asked.
Angel shook her head, and the publicist did the same. When Ethan didn’t respond at all, Cronan turned to Rachel.
“Show me where the kitchen is?”
“ Uh, yeah. Sure.”
After her partner left with Rachel, Angel was alone with Ethan. She knew Cronan well enough to know that he’d been deliberate in splitting up the publicist from her client, hoping Ethan would be freer to share. Rachel also had strong opinions about Olivia Davenport. If the woman didn’t have to worry about the feelings of her client, she might be brutally honest. Divide and conquer was worth a shot. Angel couldn’t let Ethan off the hook. She needed his answer.
“Please, Mr. Chandler. Answer the question. When was the last time you had sex with Olivia Davenport?”
***
Rachel Blevins had seen through Gabe’s ruse to get her alone, and she didn’t look happy about it, but the fact that she came with him told Cronan something. She wanted to spill her guts. An ornery woman like Rachel always did, even though she probably wouldn’t make it easy. She crossed her arms and glared at him
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