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he absently ran a hand through his hair. “Do you know what the killer will be wearing?” he heard himself ask, if a bit skeptically. He expected, of course, that the “psychic” would have no answer for that.
Dr. Cox’s cheeks burned red. She must have known he was trying to make her feel unashamed, which she might have appreciated on some level, but she also realized that he didn’t exactly believe her.
“Ye sss, ” she hissed. “He’ll be wearing a black leather jacket and a black ski mask. I’m not sure how she will be dressed, but her hair is long and flowing.”
Thomas stilled, his muscles clenching. The two angry women were already marching out of the office door, so they hadn’t noticed his reaction. He glanced up at Ben, his mind racing.
“Oh, come on,” Ben snorted, his hands folding across his chest. “Don’t tell me you believe any of that bullshit for a second!”
But then, Ben didn’t yet know about the black leather fiber that had been found on Linda Hughes’s body.
Thomas frowned as he stared at the empty seats the women had vacated. Had Dr. Kimberly Cox had an actual “out there” experience?
Or had she made a lucky guess?
“What a waste of time!” Nikki half yelled and half growled.
Kim frowned, throwing her an I-told-you-so look. Not that Nikki could see it: her concentration was fixed on the road, visible through the windshield of the Mercedes.
“What an arrogant jerk!” Nikki continued on. “I wanted to smack that attitude right off of his face!”
“Yeah, I know. That Ben O’Rourke guy was a real asshole.”
“Ben O’Rourke?” Nikki glanced over to Kim then back to the road. “I was talking about Detective Cavanah.” She grimaced. “Men like him are so irritating! They think they know it all.”
Kim conceded to that point. “Yep. He’s another jerk. Not nearly as big of a jerk as that Neanderthal in his office, though.” Her forehead wrinkled. “Was there something familiar about that guy to you?”
“Who? Ben O’Rourke?”
“Yeah.” Kim frowned. “I feel like I’ve seen him someplace before, only I can’t place where.”
“I can. The jerk is always hanging around the hospital. If he’s not getting patched up from some brawl or another he himself was in, then he’s escorting detainees in for treatment.”
“Oh.” Kim thought that over for a second. “I guess that must be it, then. Maybe I saw him one of the times I went down to Cleveland General to pick you up for dinner.”
“Maybe.”
Kim sighed. “I just hope I never run into him again.” She shook her head. “And I pray those two detectives are, if nothing else, discreet. I don’t want what we did today getting around.”
“I feel sorry for the women that end up with those two arrogant asses,” Nikki seethed. “Did you notice neither of them wore wedding rings?” She harrumphed. “Well surprise, surprise! Who would have them?”
Kim chuckled at that. “Hey. You and I are still single, too. Please don’t equate a lack of nuptials to a lack of character.”
Nikki grinned, her good humor restored a tad. “Point taken.” She shook her head, her expression turning serious. “I’m sorry I pressed you into that, Kimmie. Those cops were real jerks to you, and you didn’t deserve that.”
“Nik,” Kim said softly. “It’s not your fault. Besides, I was expecting it.” Her eyebrows rose. She glanced over at Nikki, more than eager to put the morning’s events behind them. “You feel like crêpes?”
Nikki smiled, ready to forget their less-than-pleasant experience at the CPD. Regardless of what Kim said, Nikki still wished she hadn’t pushed her friend into the situation. But, she conceded, what was done was done. “Sounds good.”
Chapter 7
Tuesday, July 15 3:15 P·M·
Peanuts, walnuts, almonds, Nikki mentally grumbled. Everything but pistachios . She grunted as she pushed the shopping cart another three feet, stopping before a second display of nuts
Dr. Cox’s cheeks burned red. She must have known he was trying to make her feel unashamed, which she might have appreciated on some level, but she also realized that he didn’t exactly believe her.
“Ye sss, ” she hissed. “He’ll be wearing a black leather jacket and a black ski mask. I’m not sure how she will be dressed, but her hair is long and flowing.”
Thomas stilled, his muscles clenching. The two angry women were already marching out of the office door, so they hadn’t noticed his reaction. He glanced up at Ben, his mind racing.
“Oh, come on,” Ben snorted, his hands folding across his chest. “Don’t tell me you believe any of that bullshit for a second!”
But then, Ben didn’t yet know about the black leather fiber that had been found on Linda Hughes’s body.
Thomas frowned as he stared at the empty seats the women had vacated. Had Dr. Kimberly Cox had an actual “out there” experience?
Or had she made a lucky guess?
“What a waste of time!” Nikki half yelled and half growled.
Kim frowned, throwing her an I-told-you-so look. Not that Nikki could see it: her concentration was fixed on the road, visible through the windshield of the Mercedes.
“What an arrogant jerk!” Nikki continued on. “I wanted to smack that attitude right off of his face!”
“Yeah, I know. That Ben O’Rourke guy was a real asshole.”
“Ben O’Rourke?” Nikki glanced over to Kim then back to the road. “I was talking about Detective Cavanah.” She grimaced. “Men like him are so irritating! They think they know it all.”
Kim conceded to that point. “Yep. He’s another jerk. Not nearly as big of a jerk as that Neanderthal in his office, though.” Her forehead wrinkled. “Was there something familiar about that guy to you?”
“Who? Ben O’Rourke?”
“Yeah.” Kim frowned. “I feel like I’ve seen him someplace before, only I can’t place where.”
“I can. The jerk is always hanging around the hospital. If he’s not getting patched up from some brawl or another he himself was in, then he’s escorting detainees in for treatment.”
“Oh.” Kim thought that over for a second. “I guess that must be it, then. Maybe I saw him one of the times I went down to Cleveland General to pick you up for dinner.”
“Maybe.”
Kim sighed. “I just hope I never run into him again.” She shook her head. “And I pray those two detectives are, if nothing else, discreet. I don’t want what we did today getting around.”
“I feel sorry for the women that end up with those two arrogant asses,” Nikki seethed. “Did you notice neither of them wore wedding rings?” She harrumphed. “Well surprise, surprise! Who would have them?”
Kim chuckled at that. “Hey. You and I are still single, too. Please don’t equate a lack of nuptials to a lack of character.”
Nikki grinned, her good humor restored a tad. “Point taken.” She shook her head, her expression turning serious. “I’m sorry I pressed you into that, Kimmie. Those cops were real jerks to you, and you didn’t deserve that.”
“Nik,” Kim said softly. “It’s not your fault. Besides, I was expecting it.” Her eyebrows rose. She glanced over at Nikki, more than eager to put the morning’s events behind them. “You feel like crêpes?”
Nikki smiled, ready to forget their less-than-pleasant experience at the CPD. Regardless of what Kim said, Nikki still wished she hadn’t pushed her friend into the situation. But, she conceded, what was done was done. “Sounds good.”
Chapter 7
Tuesday, July 15 3:15 P·M·
Peanuts, walnuts, almonds, Nikki mentally grumbled. Everything but pistachios . She grunted as she pushed the shopping cart another three feet, stopping before a second display of nuts
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