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same way.”
“This bad?” Noah asked.
“Well, no.” The detective’s gaze roamed over the room. “It looks as if everything you brought is on the floor.”
Lexy rushed to ask a few questions before Noah and the detective bonded over the eccentricities of women. “Did you say somebody hit the man with a lamp?”
“Smacked him right in the base of his skull. Cracked it wide open. Blood spurted—”
“Hey!” Noah shifted until his body shielded hers. “Tone it down.”
Lexy normally would have protested Noah’s overzealous protective streak. Not tonight. The evening’s events stole most of her energy for fighting.
“I apologize for my partner’s choice of words.” Detective Sommerville joined the threesome. “We don’t see a huge number of murders here.”
“Still don’t have to get so damn excited about it,” Noah mumbled.
“Intrigued, not excited,” said the younger detective as she tucked a stray strand of blond hair behind her ear.
The elder detective’s gaze wandered to the other side of the room. “You handle this. I’ll go check with the lady in the robe.”
“Thought you might volunteer for that duty.” Detective Sommerville watched her partner all but run for the half-naked chick in the bathroom.
“He should consider wearing armor,” Noah suggested.
“He can handle her. He has one just like her at home.” Detective Sommerville swallowed her growing smile. “So, is anything missing in the room?”
“How could you tell?” Noah asked.
The snide comment earned him an elbow in the stomach. Lexy would have done more if the cop were not standing there witnessing the whole scene. “I haven’t had a chance to check.”
The detective took out a flip pad and pen and started taking notes. “Did either of you know the victim?”
Noah shrugged. “No idea.”
“What does that mean?” Detective Sommerville asked.
“Hard to tell his identity with his face pushed into the floor,” Noah said.
“Just a sec.” The detective stepped over the piles of clothes to the other side of the bed and whispered something to the ambulance guys as they lifted the victim onto the gurney.
“What is she doing?” Lexy asked without taking her eyes off the petite policewoman.
“Probably wants us to try to identify the body. We might know him.”
She gave in to the frustration percolating inside her and threw her hands up in the air. “How is that possible? Every person I know in Utah is standing in this room.”
“It’s a formality.” Noah massaged the back of her neck with a gentle touch.
He had always been this way. So reassuring and soothing. Under that gruff and guarded exterior lurked an understanding and acceptance of people’s vulnerabilities. If only he could open up and let her know the rest of him.
“You seem to know a lot about this police procedure stuff,” she said.
His gaze moved around the room, taking it all in and ignoring her. “Uh-huh.”
The signs were all there. Enough time and arguments had taught her that a nonanswer about his past was her real answer. He was right in that when it came to his past, he never overtly lied. He just never volunteered the truth or one iota of information. The stealing was a different issue.
“Were you ever a policeman?” When he ignored the question, she pinched him.
“Hey!” He rubbed his arm. “What’s with the nails?”
“Were you ever a cop?”
“No.”
Funny, but she would have bet money on him saying yes to that one. “How about something policelike?”
“ Policelike is not a real career.”
“You know what I mean.”
He pressed his lips together with a smack. “I actually don’t.”
Her arguments and questions died in her throat when the medical crew lifted the gurney up to waist height and rolled it over. A white sheet draped the body. Knowing a human lay under there made bile rush up the back of Lexy’s throat.
“Mr. Carr. Ma’am.” Detective Sommerville motioned for all of them to come
“This bad?” Noah asked.
“Well, no.” The detective’s gaze roamed over the room. “It looks as if everything you brought is on the floor.”
Lexy rushed to ask a few questions before Noah and the detective bonded over the eccentricities of women. “Did you say somebody hit the man with a lamp?”
“Smacked him right in the base of his skull. Cracked it wide open. Blood spurted—”
“Hey!” Noah shifted until his body shielded hers. “Tone it down.”
Lexy normally would have protested Noah’s overzealous protective streak. Not tonight. The evening’s events stole most of her energy for fighting.
“I apologize for my partner’s choice of words.” Detective Sommerville joined the threesome. “We don’t see a huge number of murders here.”
“Still don’t have to get so damn excited about it,” Noah mumbled.
“Intrigued, not excited,” said the younger detective as she tucked a stray strand of blond hair behind her ear.
The elder detective’s gaze wandered to the other side of the room. “You handle this. I’ll go check with the lady in the robe.”
“Thought you might volunteer for that duty.” Detective Sommerville watched her partner all but run for the half-naked chick in the bathroom.
“He should consider wearing armor,” Noah suggested.
“He can handle her. He has one just like her at home.” Detective Sommerville swallowed her growing smile. “So, is anything missing in the room?”
“How could you tell?” Noah asked.
The snide comment earned him an elbow in the stomach. Lexy would have done more if the cop were not standing there witnessing the whole scene. “I haven’t had a chance to check.”
The detective took out a flip pad and pen and started taking notes. “Did either of you know the victim?”
Noah shrugged. “No idea.”
“What does that mean?” Detective Sommerville asked.
“Hard to tell his identity with his face pushed into the floor,” Noah said.
“Just a sec.” The detective stepped over the piles of clothes to the other side of the bed and whispered something to the ambulance guys as they lifted the victim onto the gurney.
“What is she doing?” Lexy asked without taking her eyes off the petite policewoman.
“Probably wants us to try to identify the body. We might know him.”
She gave in to the frustration percolating inside her and threw her hands up in the air. “How is that possible? Every person I know in Utah is standing in this room.”
“It’s a formality.” Noah massaged the back of her neck with a gentle touch.
He had always been this way. So reassuring and soothing. Under that gruff and guarded exterior lurked an understanding and acceptance of people’s vulnerabilities. If only he could open up and let her know the rest of him.
“You seem to know a lot about this police procedure stuff,” she said.
His gaze moved around the room, taking it all in and ignoring her. “Uh-huh.”
The signs were all there. Enough time and arguments had taught her that a nonanswer about his past was her real answer. He was right in that when it came to his past, he never overtly lied. He just never volunteered the truth or one iota of information. The stealing was a different issue.
“Were you ever a policeman?” When he ignored the question, she pinched him.
“Hey!” He rubbed his arm. “What’s with the nails?”
“Were you ever a cop?”
“No.”
Funny, but she would have bet money on him saying yes to that one. “How about something policelike?”
“ Policelike is not a real career.”
“You know what I mean.”
He pressed his lips together with a smack. “I actually don’t.”
Her arguments and questions died in her throat when the medical crew lifted the gurney up to waist height and rolled it over. A white sheet draped the body. Knowing a human lay under there made bile rush up the back of Lexy’s throat.
“Mr. Carr. Ma’am.” Detective Sommerville motioned for all of them to come
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