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“Do me a favor? Print it all out, license, newspaper mentions, commendation report, all of it. I think I’ll keep a file handy on Ms. Scott, just in case.”
“Are you going to call her?”
“I might just pay her a friendly visit.” Rafe gathered up the information from the printer and tucked it into a file. “What do you think, Alona? Does Ms. Scott strike you as a doughnut for breakfast kind of person?”
Alona chuckled. “I’m sure she’d be more than grateful for your company at this ungodly hour of the morning, ma’am.”
“I’ve told you before to call me Rafe, Alona. Ma’am makes me think my mother has entered the room, and God forbid that should ever happen.”
“Thank you. While we’re dispensing with formalities, if your lady here doesn’t like doughnuts, I’ll take one. Heavy on the chocolate and light on the sprinkles.”
Rafe patted her on the shoulder as she walked past. “I’ll see what I can come up with for you. When Detective Jackson finally drags his ass in, please tell him I’ll be back shortly.”
Alona called after her, “Can I say you look great today? Your eyes are less clouded and that gash on your forehead looks so much better. You must have had a healing sleep.”
Rafe paused with her hand on the door. “Thank you, I feel…lighter.” She cringed inwardly at her own words, but in truth she felt…cleansed. “Amazing what a good night’s sleep in your own bed can do.”
“Just watch yourself in that neighborhood, Rafe. It’s not the safest part of the city. It’s even got a reputation among the gangs as unsafe.”
“Where is safe here?” she said as she left.
Her mind on the case, Rafe recalled Blythe’s name for the killer: the Spine Tingler. She grimaced. Wouldn’t the newspapers have a field day with that nickname splashed across the front of their tabloids to help spread fear across the city? People’s views of being safe on the streets would plummet lower than they already were.
Rafe easily found a cab, seeing as it was barely six a.m. She hadn’t been able to sleep for long after Ashley had left her. She’d felt strangely wired, energized like she hadn’t felt since before the incident. Rafe was determined to find out just who Ashley Scott was, if she really was an investigator or something more sinister. Rafe was aware that for all her questioning the night before, Ashley had never explained what the glittery lights were. Magic didn’t cut it in Rafe’s world. She dealt in facts and things that were proven. She directed the driver to wait for her and got out in front of one of the biggest derelict-looking buildings she had seen in years. She would never have thought Ashley would have chosen to live there. It seemed too dilapidated for the woman whose leather coat had to be a name brand. Rafe pulled her own leather coat collar tighter around her neck at the bitter air that chilled her skin. The air seemed different here than it had in the city, and her chest ached as she breathed the cold in. Rafe shivered at the air’s icy touch. She pushed through the building’s main doors and startled a young man who seemed engrossed in whatever he was doing under his makeshift desk. Rafe wasn’t sure she wanted to know, until he pulled out a PSP and put it aside hastily, flashing her a smile which only faltered fractionally when she showed him her badge.
“Can I help you?” he asked nervously, his fingers fumbling for the cell phone lying on top of the table.
“I’m just here to see my…girlfriend. I’d prefer not to be announced.”
His hand drifting guiltily away from the phone that Rafe knew he used to give the building’s occupants the heads up that police were on the premises. She had the feeling she had just walked into drug central, seeing as a building this run down had a watcher in the lobby. Someone was obviously paying him to keep an eye on their “business.”
“Please, go right ahead. I’ll just…” He sat back
“Do me a favor? Print it all out, license, newspaper mentions, commendation report, all of it. I think I’ll keep a file handy on Ms. Scott, just in case.”
“Are you going to call her?”
“I might just pay her a friendly visit.” Rafe gathered up the information from the printer and tucked it into a file. “What do you think, Alona? Does Ms. Scott strike you as a doughnut for breakfast kind of person?”
Alona chuckled. “I’m sure she’d be more than grateful for your company at this ungodly hour of the morning, ma’am.”
“I’ve told you before to call me Rafe, Alona. Ma’am makes me think my mother has entered the room, and God forbid that should ever happen.”
“Thank you. While we’re dispensing with formalities, if your lady here doesn’t like doughnuts, I’ll take one. Heavy on the chocolate and light on the sprinkles.”
Rafe patted her on the shoulder as she walked past. “I’ll see what I can come up with for you. When Detective Jackson finally drags his ass in, please tell him I’ll be back shortly.”
Alona called after her, “Can I say you look great today? Your eyes are less clouded and that gash on your forehead looks so much better. You must have had a healing sleep.”
Rafe paused with her hand on the door. “Thank you, I feel…lighter.” She cringed inwardly at her own words, but in truth she felt…cleansed. “Amazing what a good night’s sleep in your own bed can do.”
“Just watch yourself in that neighborhood, Rafe. It’s not the safest part of the city. It’s even got a reputation among the gangs as unsafe.”
“Where is safe here?” she said as she left.
Her mind on the case, Rafe recalled Blythe’s name for the killer: the Spine Tingler. She grimaced. Wouldn’t the newspapers have a field day with that nickname splashed across the front of their tabloids to help spread fear across the city? People’s views of being safe on the streets would plummet lower than they already were.
Rafe easily found a cab, seeing as it was barely six a.m. She hadn’t been able to sleep for long after Ashley had left her. She’d felt strangely wired, energized like she hadn’t felt since before the incident. Rafe was determined to find out just who Ashley Scott was, if she really was an investigator or something more sinister. Rafe was aware that for all her questioning the night before, Ashley had never explained what the glittery lights were. Magic didn’t cut it in Rafe’s world. She dealt in facts and things that were proven. She directed the driver to wait for her and got out in front of one of the biggest derelict-looking buildings she had seen in years. She would never have thought Ashley would have chosen to live there. It seemed too dilapidated for the woman whose leather coat had to be a name brand. Rafe pulled her own leather coat collar tighter around her neck at the bitter air that chilled her skin. The air seemed different here than it had in the city, and her chest ached as she breathed the cold in. Rafe shivered at the air’s icy touch. She pushed through the building’s main doors and startled a young man who seemed engrossed in whatever he was doing under his makeshift desk. Rafe wasn’t sure she wanted to know, until he pulled out a PSP and put it aside hastily, flashing her a smile which only faltered fractionally when she showed him her badge.
“Can I help you?” he asked nervously, his fingers fumbling for the cell phone lying on top of the table.
“I’m just here to see my…girlfriend. I’d prefer not to be announced.”
His hand drifting guiltily away from the phone that Rafe knew he used to give the building’s occupants the heads up that police were on the premises. She had the feeling she had just walked into drug central, seeing as a building this run down had a watcher in the lobby. Someone was obviously paying him to keep an eye on their “business.”
“Please, go right ahead. I’ll just…” He sat back
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