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whereabouts and hoped they would be too caught up in her pseudo-celebrity
status to notice.
Shane was still mesmerized with grandiose thoughts of
luxury. “So you were already married when he became a basketball star? That
must have been a heck of divorce settlement. What did you get, a Ferrari?”
Devin grimaced at the thought. “Lord no, don’t give him any
ideas.” That was exactly the kind of thing Carter would do—leave a sports car
parked on her curb. “I asked for quite a modest settlement, not that it’s any
of your business.” She glared at him over her float, but he was un-fazed.
“So you helped him launch his career, he’s making millions,
and you got a modest settlement? Sounds like you had a crappy lawyer.”
Adam looked like he would happily disappear under the table
and let the two of them continue this discussion without him. She was still
glaring at Shane when she answered. “My lawyer was fine. It was an uncontested
amicable divorce. I just wanted enough of a settlement to get me on my feet
since I didn’t have a job yet, but Carter has always been overly generous where
I’m concerned, so he still sends me alimony. Again, not that it’s any of your
business. Are you always this nosy? Or do you just enjoy being rude to me in
particular?”
She had the feeling that he was used to smoothing things
over with his charming smile, but she was unmoved and continued to give him a
stare that could freeze lava. He just smiled wider.
“I’m sorry.”
Yeah, he’s sorry, all right. A sorry excuse for a
human being!
“This doesn’t speak well of my southern hospitality does it?
I’ve just never met a millionaire’s wife before, and my curiosity got the best
of me.”
“Ex-wife.” Why do I have to keep repeating that lately? “And I’m nobody special, just a regular cop.”
He spoke so low she almost didn’t catch what he said. “Oh,
I’d wager you’re very special.”
She heard Adam mutter into the ice of his now empty tea
glass “Here we go again.”
You have got to be kidding me! This jerk cannot be
thinking of hitting on me after he just quizzed me on my financial status. How
do I always attract these God’s gift to women types? Why not someone like Adam,
clean cut, stable…? No not me. I get Mr. Smooth.
She had to admit that even if Adam was interested, he really
wasn’t her type. Where was the danger, the excitement in someone so…khaki.
Before she could laugh out loud at the conversation in her
head, Devin decided to cut the whole thing off at the pass. “The sheriff has
been so hospitable. I don’t want him to think I’m taking advantage of his
kindness by keeping you two from your work. We’d best get back.” She could tell
Shane was getting ready to object so she added, “And I still have a lot of
files to go through this afternoon.”
Two hours later Devin was wishing she was back at the diner
enjoying her root beer float. The case files were full of holes and unanswered
questions. She was pressing her fingers to her temples, reading the Medical
Examiner’s report, when Shane walked in with a diet soda for her.
“Need a break or an Aspirin?”
She took the drink from him and cracked it open. “Oh, bless
you.” He waited while she took a long swig. “I think I could actually use one
of each. This case had so many dead ends. None of the evidence leads anywhere,
and forensic science was basically nonexistent back then. You should see the
ME’s report.” She tossed the file onto the table.
Shane picked up the report and started reading over the
first page. “Blunt force trauma? I thought she was stabbed.”
“She was, but she took a brutal beating first, and the ME
believed she was already dead when she was stabbed seventeen times.”
Shane let out a low whistle. “Seventeen times? After she’d
already been beaten to death?”
“I know, my criminal psychology professor would say that’s a
lot of rage.” She set down her drink and took the file
status to notice.
Shane was still mesmerized with grandiose thoughts of
luxury. “So you were already married when he became a basketball star? That
must have been a heck of divorce settlement. What did you get, a Ferrari?”
Devin grimaced at the thought. “Lord no, don’t give him any
ideas.” That was exactly the kind of thing Carter would do—leave a sports car
parked on her curb. “I asked for quite a modest settlement, not that it’s any
of your business.” She glared at him over her float, but he was un-fazed.
“So you helped him launch his career, he’s making millions,
and you got a modest settlement? Sounds like you had a crappy lawyer.”
Adam looked like he would happily disappear under the table
and let the two of them continue this discussion without him. She was still
glaring at Shane when she answered. “My lawyer was fine. It was an uncontested
amicable divorce. I just wanted enough of a settlement to get me on my feet
since I didn’t have a job yet, but Carter has always been overly generous where
I’m concerned, so he still sends me alimony. Again, not that it’s any of your
business. Are you always this nosy? Or do you just enjoy being rude to me in
particular?”
She had the feeling that he was used to smoothing things
over with his charming smile, but she was unmoved and continued to give him a
stare that could freeze lava. He just smiled wider.
“I’m sorry.”
Yeah, he’s sorry, all right. A sorry excuse for a
human being!
“This doesn’t speak well of my southern hospitality does it?
I’ve just never met a millionaire’s wife before, and my curiosity got the best
of me.”
“Ex-wife.” Why do I have to keep repeating that lately? “And I’m nobody special, just a regular cop.”
He spoke so low she almost didn’t catch what he said. “Oh,
I’d wager you’re very special.”
She heard Adam mutter into the ice of his now empty tea
glass “Here we go again.”
You have got to be kidding me! This jerk cannot be
thinking of hitting on me after he just quizzed me on my financial status. How
do I always attract these God’s gift to women types? Why not someone like Adam,
clean cut, stable…? No not me. I get Mr. Smooth.
She had to admit that even if Adam was interested, he really
wasn’t her type. Where was the danger, the excitement in someone so…khaki.
Before she could laugh out loud at the conversation in her
head, Devin decided to cut the whole thing off at the pass. “The sheriff has
been so hospitable. I don’t want him to think I’m taking advantage of his
kindness by keeping you two from your work. We’d best get back.” She could tell
Shane was getting ready to object so she added, “And I still have a lot of
files to go through this afternoon.”
Two hours later Devin was wishing she was back at the diner
enjoying her root beer float. The case files were full of holes and unanswered
questions. She was pressing her fingers to her temples, reading the Medical
Examiner’s report, when Shane walked in with a diet soda for her.
“Need a break or an Aspirin?”
She took the drink from him and cracked it open. “Oh, bless
you.” He waited while she took a long swig. “I think I could actually use one
of each. This case had so many dead ends. None of the evidence leads anywhere,
and forensic science was basically nonexistent back then. You should see the
ME’s report.” She tossed the file onto the table.
Shane picked up the report and started reading over the
first page. “Blunt force trauma? I thought she was stabbed.”
“She was, but she took a brutal beating first, and the ME
believed she was already dead when she was stabbed seventeen times.”
Shane let out a low whistle. “Seventeen times? After she’d
already been beaten to death?”
“I know, my criminal psychology professor would say that’s a
lot of rage.” She set down her drink and took the file
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