Read Online Sweet Arrest by Jordyn Tracey - Free Book Online
Authors: Jordyn Tracey
Tags: Suspense, Romance, Contemporary, romantic suspense, multicultural, Mystery & Suspense, Multicultural & Interracial
Ads: Link
re-opened, we're not seeing each other again.” She scooped up her clothes and headed into the bathroom. When the door clicked shut, she locked it.
Bitter disappointment hit hard. Not in a million years would she find a man like Connor again, generally a good person, strong, brave, sexy. And best of all, he wanted her! She would never forgive herself if she let her physical urges cause a man that good to lose his job. They would each be better off if she walked away. Knowing his soft spot for her, might make him more apt to look hard for the real killer than someone else on the case. No, she had made the right decision. Now, if he kept his hands to himself, everything would be fine.
* * * *
By one in the afternoon, the cleaning crew had come to the bakery, done their work and had gone, and by four-thirty, A'isha had gained some semblance of control over the madness on the first floor of her house. The police report of the break-in didn't look promising, but Connor had promised he would treat the incident as being related. That should get a little fire going to capture whoever had done it.
While she scrubbed the kitchen floor—the fingerprint powder Connor's men used on the back door was everywhere—someone rang the doorbell at the front. She set down the mop, hoping it wasn't John. Normally, she would see him hanging around the neighborhood like he didn't have a job to go to, but today she hadn't seen him at all. Her guess was the man was still smarting over Connor's threat to arrest him.
She tiptoed to the door, making as little noise as possible, because for some reason, a person could hear everything going on inside from the front porch. Paper thin door, windows or wall, she guessed. Maybe all three.
Glimpsing a man who looked like a messenger through a slit in the shade, she unlocked the door, having to remove the chain at the same time. Feeling safe in her home was a thing of the past.
"Yes?"
"Ms. Greene? Ms. A'isha Greene?” he asked. When she affirmed it, he held out a thick envelope and a clipboard. “Sign here, please."
She hesitated, but he offered a kind smile that had her reaching to do his bidding. Strolling back to the kitchen while opening the envelope, she had a sudden drop in her stomach. Something didn't feel right. Not looking inside the envelope, she tossed it on the kitchen table and stared at it.
"Too thin for a bomb, right?” she asked no one. “Nobody would kill me. I have no enemies.” Then again, before the murder, she would have said the same about Cammie. What they didn't know, Connor had said to her, was whether this was pre-meditated or Cammie stumbling in on a burglar.
Anyone thinking Purely Sweets had money they could steal weren't from around these parts, that's for sure . “Just do it. Open the envelope. It could be something good."
She plucked the manila envelope up from the table and dumped its contents out on the table. Photographs. High quality photos with a really good camera, one she thought that might have a lens which didn't require a flash at night, but used infrared.
"Pictures of me and Connor having sex."
Sliding down to the floor, tears obstructing her view, she heard the phone ring but didn't answer. Whoever it was could not remove the horror of knowing someone had been watching her with Connor, just last night for goodness sake. That meant they had been following her around, waiting for her to slip up, waiting for a chance to hang something over her head.
The phone blared to life for the second time. When she didn't pick up, it stopped and her cell phone buzzed. Her rear growing damp from the still wet floor, she scooted to the corner between the baker's rack and the wall. The calls continued for a half hour before she began to hear a siren blaring in the distance. Soon tires screeched in the street outside, and someone banged on the door.
"A'isha, open the door!"
Connor stood outside, probably causing a scene with his siren and lights, yelling like a
Bitter disappointment hit hard. Not in a million years would she find a man like Connor again, generally a good person, strong, brave, sexy. And best of all, he wanted her! She would never forgive herself if she let her physical urges cause a man that good to lose his job. They would each be better off if she walked away. Knowing his soft spot for her, might make him more apt to look hard for the real killer than someone else on the case. No, she had made the right decision. Now, if he kept his hands to himself, everything would be fine.
* * * *
By one in the afternoon, the cleaning crew had come to the bakery, done their work and had gone, and by four-thirty, A'isha had gained some semblance of control over the madness on the first floor of her house. The police report of the break-in didn't look promising, but Connor had promised he would treat the incident as being related. That should get a little fire going to capture whoever had done it.
While she scrubbed the kitchen floor—the fingerprint powder Connor's men used on the back door was everywhere—someone rang the doorbell at the front. She set down the mop, hoping it wasn't John. Normally, she would see him hanging around the neighborhood like he didn't have a job to go to, but today she hadn't seen him at all. Her guess was the man was still smarting over Connor's threat to arrest him.
She tiptoed to the door, making as little noise as possible, because for some reason, a person could hear everything going on inside from the front porch. Paper thin door, windows or wall, she guessed. Maybe all three.
Glimpsing a man who looked like a messenger through a slit in the shade, she unlocked the door, having to remove the chain at the same time. Feeling safe in her home was a thing of the past.
"Yes?"
"Ms. Greene? Ms. A'isha Greene?” he asked. When she affirmed it, he held out a thick envelope and a clipboard. “Sign here, please."
She hesitated, but he offered a kind smile that had her reaching to do his bidding. Strolling back to the kitchen while opening the envelope, she had a sudden drop in her stomach. Something didn't feel right. Not looking inside the envelope, she tossed it on the kitchen table and stared at it.
"Too thin for a bomb, right?” she asked no one. “Nobody would kill me. I have no enemies.” Then again, before the murder, she would have said the same about Cammie. What they didn't know, Connor had said to her, was whether this was pre-meditated or Cammie stumbling in on a burglar.
Anyone thinking Purely Sweets had money they could steal weren't from around these parts, that's for sure . “Just do it. Open the envelope. It could be something good."
She plucked the manila envelope up from the table and dumped its contents out on the table. Photographs. High quality photos with a really good camera, one she thought that might have a lens which didn't require a flash at night, but used infrared.
"Pictures of me and Connor having sex."
Sliding down to the floor, tears obstructing her view, she heard the phone ring but didn't answer. Whoever it was could not remove the horror of knowing someone had been watching her with Connor, just last night for goodness sake. That meant they had been following her around, waiting for her to slip up, waiting for a chance to hang something over her head.
The phone blared to life for the second time. When she didn't pick up, it stopped and her cell phone buzzed. Her rear growing damp from the still wet floor, she scooted to the corner between the baker's rack and the wall. The calls continued for a half hour before she began to hear a siren blaring in the distance. Soon tires screeched in the street outside, and someone banged on the door.
"A'isha, open the door!"
Connor stood outside, probably causing a scene with his siren and lights, yelling like a
Similar Books
