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more questions. She should be grateful, but she found that she wasn’t. Just when she thought the day couldn’t get stranger, here she was with Kevin sitting in her living room about to serve him coffee. In the beginning, he resonated a blunt attitude. Then he became tender and caring—something she couldn’t handle—which made her keep her distance. Now he was acting as if they were long lost friends. This change of personality was worse than a woman PMSing. Elle didn’t like it, but she still poured both of them coffees and walked over to where he sat.
“Rachel was having trouble with a trick not paying her the full amount, so she went looking for Bee a few nights ago.” Elle handed him one of the mugs. She couldn’t bring herself to sit next to him on the couch, so she took the chair. “Clarisse mentioned that he had business in or around that area, so Rachel headed that way. And before you ask, I know that Bee carried a cell phone around, but Rachel doesn’t. She can’t afford one.”
“And she found Bee coming out of the warehouse?”
“Yes.” Elle paused long enough to take a sip, letting the warm liquid spread through her. She’d forgotten to turn up the heat but didn’t feel like getting up again. “The thing is this. When Rachel mentioned it to Bee this morning, he said she was mistaken. That he’d never been there.”
“This morning?” Kevin leaned forward and placed his drink on the small coffee table that she’d bought at the thrift shop on the corner. “Bee wasn’t at the crime scene, so I’m assuming that means Rachel spoke to him afterward. Why didn’t she…never mind, stupid question. She wouldn’t have told the detective because she feared what Bee’s response would have been.”
“Right.” Elle noticed that he was rubbing his right knee and couldn’t help but think that he’d hurt it somehow. Kevin’s hand pulled away and when she looked up, she realized that it was something he hadn’t wanted her to see. She was well aware of the saying that curiosity killed the cat and tried to heed that advice by continuing their course of focus. “I tried to explain to Rachel that if she’s going to turn her life around, she needs to start by making things right. Francie didn’t deserve to die like that and if Bee is the one who killed her, than he should be brought to justice.”
“Whoa, hold on a second,” Kevin warned, holding a hand up. “You can’t just jump to the conclusion that Bee is the one raping and murdering these girls.”
“Why not?” Elle didn’t understand his reluctance to see the truth. “The man sells out women for money. He’s got anger issues that make the Tasmanian devil seem like a tame house cat. He was seen leaving the crime scene. What more do you want?”
Kevin’s rich laughter filled the air and instead of being offended, she found herself captivated by the laugh lines around his eyes and the ripples through his upper body. Elle had seen him do the same during club hours, when one of his friends or even a submissive said something in humor. She wasn’t sure she’d ever found something that amusing.
“Okay, farm boy, you tell me who’s killing those girls.” Elle kicked off her boots and then pulled her feet up underneath her. “I just gave you a prime suspect.”
“I don’t see a television in here,” Kevin said, pretending to look around. He knew damn well that she didn’t own a TV. “Seriously, solving murder cases is nothing like you see on the screen. You have circumstantial evidence. That doesn’t mean that Taggart won’t bring him for questioning. This is totally different than me wanting to have a conversation with Hash over why he was there this morning. Taggart will run this by the book and have Bee in an interrogation room the minute Rachel comes in to revise her statement.”
“Good.” Elle took another sip of her coffee. “Then you’ll have to check his alibis.”
Kevin sat back against the couch once
“Rachel was having trouble with a trick not paying her the full amount, so she went looking for Bee a few nights ago.” Elle handed him one of the mugs. She couldn’t bring herself to sit next to him on the couch, so she took the chair. “Clarisse mentioned that he had business in or around that area, so Rachel headed that way. And before you ask, I know that Bee carried a cell phone around, but Rachel doesn’t. She can’t afford one.”
“And she found Bee coming out of the warehouse?”
“Yes.” Elle paused long enough to take a sip, letting the warm liquid spread through her. She’d forgotten to turn up the heat but didn’t feel like getting up again. “The thing is this. When Rachel mentioned it to Bee this morning, he said she was mistaken. That he’d never been there.”
“This morning?” Kevin leaned forward and placed his drink on the small coffee table that she’d bought at the thrift shop on the corner. “Bee wasn’t at the crime scene, so I’m assuming that means Rachel spoke to him afterward. Why didn’t she…never mind, stupid question. She wouldn’t have told the detective because she feared what Bee’s response would have been.”
“Right.” Elle noticed that he was rubbing his right knee and couldn’t help but think that he’d hurt it somehow. Kevin’s hand pulled away and when she looked up, she realized that it was something he hadn’t wanted her to see. She was well aware of the saying that curiosity killed the cat and tried to heed that advice by continuing their course of focus. “I tried to explain to Rachel that if she’s going to turn her life around, she needs to start by making things right. Francie didn’t deserve to die like that and if Bee is the one who killed her, than he should be brought to justice.”
“Whoa, hold on a second,” Kevin warned, holding a hand up. “You can’t just jump to the conclusion that Bee is the one raping and murdering these girls.”
“Why not?” Elle didn’t understand his reluctance to see the truth. “The man sells out women for money. He’s got anger issues that make the Tasmanian devil seem like a tame house cat. He was seen leaving the crime scene. What more do you want?”
Kevin’s rich laughter filled the air and instead of being offended, she found herself captivated by the laugh lines around his eyes and the ripples through his upper body. Elle had seen him do the same during club hours, when one of his friends or even a submissive said something in humor. She wasn’t sure she’d ever found something that amusing.
“Okay, farm boy, you tell me who’s killing those girls.” Elle kicked off her boots and then pulled her feet up underneath her. “I just gave you a prime suspect.”
“I don’t see a television in here,” Kevin said, pretending to look around. He knew damn well that she didn’t own a TV. “Seriously, solving murder cases is nothing like you see on the screen. You have circumstantial evidence. That doesn’t mean that Taggart won’t bring him for questioning. This is totally different than me wanting to have a conversation with Hash over why he was there this morning. Taggart will run this by the book and have Bee in an interrogation room the minute Rachel comes in to revise her statement.”
“Good.” Elle took another sip of her coffee. “Then you’ll have to check his alibis.”
Kevin sat back against the couch once
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