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ring. “What’s up, Quinn?”
“That defense attorney you told me about. I think I’m going to need him.”
“I’ll have him contact you tomorrow.”
“Thanks, man.”
He ended the call before his friend could offer commiseration. He didn’t need it.
What he needed was a good defense attorney who could figure out a way out of this
shit. And when it was over, he needed to figure out how to live without a woman who
had become the most important person in his world. A woman who believed he was a murderer.
Quinn closed the door behind him. Bypassing the elevator, he headed for the stairway.
When he had moved into the city, after his divorce, he’d had a list of requirements
he had given his real estate agent. One of those was his need to live as high up as
possible. Living on the twenty-fifth floor gave him the opportunity to warm up on
his run. By the time he made it to the street, he wasready for the hard runs he enjoyed. And at the end of his runs, the stairs gave him
time to cool down.
The instant he was out on the street, Quinn took off like a bullet. This time of night,
few people were around to distract him. This had always been his favorite time to
run. Even in high school, when everyone in his house was asleep, he’d sneak off and
run. Not that it had been necessary to sneak around. His parents hadn’t given a damn.
Their only concern was that he not bring any negative attention to them. Other than
that, he could do what he damn well wanted.
It was on one of those midnight runs that he had saved his first life. That night
had been an epiphany in many ways. Saving a woman’s life had planted the seed in his
mind of being a doctor. That seed hadn’t taken root until years later but had waited
patiently for him to acknowledge his destiny.
And that was also the night he’d discovered that his little brother was a psychopath.
CHAPTER
SIX
Samantha stood in front of Captain Mintz’s desk. The coffeepot in the break room was
half empty, which meant he had consumed at least three cups of coffee. She had timed
it just as she’d hoped. He would be in a mellower mood and hopefully more willing
to grant her request.
She hadn’t slept all night. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Quinn’s face.
Dear heavens, she had hurt him so much. And the hell of it was, she still wasn’t completely
sure of his innocence. She wanted so badly to believe in him, but she couldn’t. Not
yet. Her only option was to prove his innocence or his guilt.
“What are you doing here so early, Wilde?”
“I need to take some time off.”
Wise eyes studied hers. Didn’t take a genius to figure out that yesterday’s murder
had everything to do with her need for time off. And she had long since decided that
Captain Mintz was of genius status.
“How much time?”
“As much as I can.”
“I’ll give you four days.”
She had hoped for two weeks but she’d take what she could get.
“Let’s stop pretending for a moment that I don’t know what you’re taking time off
for. If you get in the way ofan ongoing investigation, you’re out of here. You got that?”
“Yes, sir, I understand.”
She was at the door when his voice stopped her. “For what it’s worth, Wilde, I hope
he’s innocent.”
“Thank you, sir.” She closed the door behind her and whispered under her breath, “I
hope so, too.”
FIVE DAYS LATER …
“The good news is they have nothing more on you than they did before.”
Quinn leaned against the bookcase in his attorney’s massive office and shook his head.
If that was the good news … “And I’m assuming the bad news is they still have no other
suspects.”
The lines in Homer Parker’s aged face deepened as he grimaced. “Unfortunately, no.
But with no further evidence, I doubt there’s enough to bring it before the grand
jury.”
That was a relief but it didn’t decrease the anger or frustration. Someone had
“That defense attorney you told me about. I think I’m going to need him.”
“I’ll have him contact you tomorrow.”
“Thanks, man.”
He ended the call before his friend could offer commiseration. He didn’t need it.
What he needed was a good defense attorney who could figure out a way out of this
shit. And when it was over, he needed to figure out how to live without a woman who
had become the most important person in his world. A woman who believed he was a murderer.
Quinn closed the door behind him. Bypassing the elevator, he headed for the stairway.
When he had moved into the city, after his divorce, he’d had a list of requirements
he had given his real estate agent. One of those was his need to live as high up as
possible. Living on the twenty-fifth floor gave him the opportunity to warm up on
his run. By the time he made it to the street, he wasready for the hard runs he enjoyed. And at the end of his runs, the stairs gave him
time to cool down.
The instant he was out on the street, Quinn took off like a bullet. This time of night,
few people were around to distract him. This had always been his favorite time to
run. Even in high school, when everyone in his house was asleep, he’d sneak off and
run. Not that it had been necessary to sneak around. His parents hadn’t given a damn.
Their only concern was that he not bring any negative attention to them. Other than
that, he could do what he damn well wanted.
It was on one of those midnight runs that he had saved his first life. That night
had been an epiphany in many ways. Saving a woman’s life had planted the seed in his
mind of being a doctor. That seed hadn’t taken root until years later but had waited
patiently for him to acknowledge his destiny.
And that was also the night he’d discovered that his little brother was a psychopath.
CHAPTER
SIX
Samantha stood in front of Captain Mintz’s desk. The coffeepot in the break room was
half empty, which meant he had consumed at least three cups of coffee. She had timed
it just as she’d hoped. He would be in a mellower mood and hopefully more willing
to grant her request.
She hadn’t slept all night. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Quinn’s face.
Dear heavens, she had hurt him so much. And the hell of it was, she still wasn’t completely
sure of his innocence. She wanted so badly to believe in him, but she couldn’t. Not
yet. Her only option was to prove his innocence or his guilt.
“What are you doing here so early, Wilde?”
“I need to take some time off.”
Wise eyes studied hers. Didn’t take a genius to figure out that yesterday’s murder
had everything to do with her need for time off. And she had long since decided that
Captain Mintz was of genius status.
“How much time?”
“As much as I can.”
“I’ll give you four days.”
She had hoped for two weeks but she’d take what she could get.
“Let’s stop pretending for a moment that I don’t know what you’re taking time off
for. If you get in the way ofan ongoing investigation, you’re out of here. You got that?”
“Yes, sir, I understand.”
She was at the door when his voice stopped her. “For what it’s worth, Wilde, I hope
he’s innocent.”
“Thank you, sir.” She closed the door behind her and whispered under her breath, “I
hope so, too.”
FIVE DAYS LATER …
“The good news is they have nothing more on you than they did before.”
Quinn leaned against the bookcase in his attorney’s massive office and shook his head.
If that was the good news … “And I’m assuming the bad news is they still have no other
suspects.”
The lines in Homer Parker’s aged face deepened as he grimaced. “Unfortunately, no.
But with no further evidence, I doubt there’s enough to bring it before the grand
jury.”
That was a relief but it didn’t decrease the anger or frustration. Someone had
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