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Paul’s death wasn’t an accident,” she said coolly, despite the emotions clambering inside her.
    Drake nodded once. “Call Cusack. Turn the knife over as evidence and have the blood analyzed. It’s the only way we’ll know for sure.”
    Is it, or do you already know?
    Megan looked away, shutting off the thought. She couldn’t be face-to-face with a murderer. Drake had loved Paul. He wouldn’t have killed him. Would he?
    She thought about Robert, of the fight she had witnessed between Paul and his nephew yesterday. She remembered the fury in Robert’s eyes, the threat that had been his parting words.
    You’re the one that’s going to regret this, Uncle Paul. I’ll make sure of it.
    Had Robert made good on that threat? She knew the man was a screwup, but that didn’t make him capable of murder.
    “I need something to put this in.” She adjusted her grip on the knife, holding it firmly between her thumb and forefinger, hoping she hadn’t already tainted the evidence by smudging any other fingerprints that might have been on the handle. “And my cell phone. Did Brandon leave?”
    Her sole focus the last few hours had been on the job she had been performing. She remembered catching tidbits of a conversation between Brandon and Drake, something about Brandon needing to take care of some other business. A cursory glance around the room told her the man was no longer there with them.
    “About two hours ago,” Drake confirmed.
    “Get Tracey and Mark back in here. No one else leaves this place, and no one touches anything.”
    She started to turn when Drake grabbed her upper arm. Reflexively, she stiffened. Her gaze dropped to his hand. She had yearned to feel his hands on her for so very long, had always gotten a jolt of desire that rocked her system all the way to her core at the slightest contact. The heated sensations she felt this time came with a heavy dose of apprehension. Was that the hand of the lover she couldn’t stop herself from wanting or that of a cold-blooded killer?
    “I didn’t kill him, Megan,” he told her softly.
    She wanted to tell him she knew that. She wanted to believe him. She stared at him, saw the hardness in his expression, the ferocity in his return gaze, and couldn’t bring herself to say the words. “I’m calling Cusack.”
    He let her go, and she walked away, working with each step to separate her heart from her mind, at least until she knew the truth.
     
    * * * *
     
    Drake crossed his arms and studied Megan as she talked with Jerry Cusack across the room. Cusack didn’t believe him. That didn’t come as a surprise. The fact that the man hadn’t already slapped the cuffs around Drake’s wrists and charged him with first-degree murder did, especially given their track record.
    Drake had never told Megan about the heated words he’d had with Cusack. The man was good, observant, and had picked up on Drake’s attraction to Megan in a heartbeat. He had called Drake on it, too, and told him in no uncertain terms to keep the fuck away from her. Drake had responded by telling the man he would do what he damn well pleased. He had ingested Cusack’s warning with a grain of salt. If Cusack had felt that threatened by him, then the man didn’t have the power over Megan he obviously thought he did. Their breakup shortly after his confrontation with Cusack had proved Drake right.
    Cusack wanted her back. They might be talking business right now, both of them in obvious investigative mode, but anyone with a pair of eyes could see Cusack’s desire for Megan still pumped strongly through the man’s veins.
    Hate it for you, buddy. She belongs to me now.
    The possessive thought came out of nowhere, and Drake shook his head at himself. One explosive kiss, one short dry hump against a wall, a few exotic seconds of having her under his control didn’t make her his. Hell, he didn’t even know if he wanted her to belong to him, not for more than a night or ten.
    He watched her take a