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carpet and my molars into enamel dust. Staying here, cooped up, while the girls were out talking to our source at Channel Four made me want to shred off the vanilla striped wallpaper with my fingernails.
Since I was too much of a control freak to relax and wait, Danny hooked the girls up. Microphones, cameras, the usual, but this time he managed to stream the feed, from Caleigh’s chest to my laptop. Any minute now I’d be able to watch.
From the sidelines.
This was the first time I hadn’t taken lead on a case so important.
Maya knocked on my door and entered. "Here. I thought you could use this." She handed me my usual—a grande, nonfat Caramel Macchiato.
She eyed the indentations my heels made in the carpet. "Maybe you don’t need the caffeine."
"Thanks," I muttered and took a long, scalding sip.
Then to Danny, on speakerphone, I asked, "How’s it going there?"
As if on cue, the black screen on my laptop grew static then flickered in and out.
"You got a picture?" Danny asked.
I made out double glass doors with the Channel Four logo. Maya and I moved closer.
"It’s kinda fuzzy."
"Hey, it's the best I can do on short notice, kid," Danny replied.
I watched Sam and Caleigh walk into the lobby. I cranked up the volume on my speakers and sat in my chair. Maya pulled an imitation leather one over, and we huddled by the screen.
Our view sashayed across the burgundy carpet. Except for a young girl watering a nearby plant, the room appeared empty.
"Hey. I’m looking for Elaine," Caleigh said in her sweet as molasses drawl.
The girl turned, displaying a top row of barely detectable Invisalign braces and a set of double Ds that would put Dolly Parton to shame. She had light brown hair, feathered at the sides, channeling the original Charlie’s Angels, and large green eyes. She wore a tank top that barely contained her non-bouncing boobs—clearly the work of a talented plastic surgeon.
"I’m her. Who are you?" Her smile appeared innocent, but her smoked-a-pack-a-day voice shattered that image.
"Whoa. Way to ruin a hottie." Danny’s shock traveled across the phone line.
The girls must’ve felt the same way because it took Caleigh a moment to respond. "Hi, we’re friends of Derek. He said you could help us."
Elaine set down the watering can and took a seat behind the long, counter-height front desk. It practically swallowed her whole.
"So what can I do Derek for?" She cackled.
I envisioned him and this child-like woman on his bed, in positions a daughter should never imagine. I shuddered.
Sam leaned down and rested her arms on the top edge of the desk. Her dark curls bounced into view. "The station received a package. A video of Judge Waterston on the night he was killed. We’re hoping you can tell us about it. Like who sent it."
Elaine pursed her lips. "I wasn’t here when it arrived. I didn’t see who delivered it."
"Maybe someone else did?" Caleigh prodded.
"Or you can show us the envelope it arrived in," Sam suggested.
Elaine leaned back. "Why would I do that?"
"Derek said you were ever so helpful." Caleigh added extra syrup to her words.
Static buzzed in and out, and the picture skipped a beat. I prayed the feed would stay up. I trusted the girls. They were the best at what they did, but since this morning, I’d been a mass of anxiety. A rough night of tossing, turning, and thinking had me frazzled.
"Aww, Derek’s just the sweetest man I’ve ever known," Double D purred.
Derek Bond? As in the man who shared half my DNA?
She leaned closer. "And the dirtiest old kook."
Ah, yes. That sounded about right.
"He once tied me up and slathered..."
I grabbed my ears, pressing my palms against my head with enough force to pop the top off a stubborn pickle jar, and held on for dear sanity. "La-la-la-la-la."
Maya smirked and kept her gaze on the screen. A moment later, she gave me the thumbs up, and I cautiously lowered my hands.
"Wait here," Elaine said then sprung out of her chair and
Since I was too much of a control freak to relax and wait, Danny hooked the girls up. Microphones, cameras, the usual, but this time he managed to stream the feed, from Caleigh’s chest to my laptop. Any minute now I’d be able to watch.
From the sidelines.
This was the first time I hadn’t taken lead on a case so important.
Maya knocked on my door and entered. "Here. I thought you could use this." She handed me my usual—a grande, nonfat Caramel Macchiato.
She eyed the indentations my heels made in the carpet. "Maybe you don’t need the caffeine."
"Thanks," I muttered and took a long, scalding sip.
Then to Danny, on speakerphone, I asked, "How’s it going there?"
As if on cue, the black screen on my laptop grew static then flickered in and out.
"You got a picture?" Danny asked.
I made out double glass doors with the Channel Four logo. Maya and I moved closer.
"It’s kinda fuzzy."
"Hey, it's the best I can do on short notice, kid," Danny replied.
I watched Sam and Caleigh walk into the lobby. I cranked up the volume on my speakers and sat in my chair. Maya pulled an imitation leather one over, and we huddled by the screen.
Our view sashayed across the burgundy carpet. Except for a young girl watering a nearby plant, the room appeared empty.
"Hey. I’m looking for Elaine," Caleigh said in her sweet as molasses drawl.
The girl turned, displaying a top row of barely detectable Invisalign braces and a set of double Ds that would put Dolly Parton to shame. She had light brown hair, feathered at the sides, channeling the original Charlie’s Angels, and large green eyes. She wore a tank top that barely contained her non-bouncing boobs—clearly the work of a talented plastic surgeon.
"I’m her. Who are you?" Her smile appeared innocent, but her smoked-a-pack-a-day voice shattered that image.
"Whoa. Way to ruin a hottie." Danny’s shock traveled across the phone line.
The girls must’ve felt the same way because it took Caleigh a moment to respond. "Hi, we’re friends of Derek. He said you could help us."
Elaine set down the watering can and took a seat behind the long, counter-height front desk. It practically swallowed her whole.
"So what can I do Derek for?" She cackled.
I envisioned him and this child-like woman on his bed, in positions a daughter should never imagine. I shuddered.
Sam leaned down and rested her arms on the top edge of the desk. Her dark curls bounced into view. "The station received a package. A video of Judge Waterston on the night he was killed. We’re hoping you can tell us about it. Like who sent it."
Elaine pursed her lips. "I wasn’t here when it arrived. I didn’t see who delivered it."
"Maybe someone else did?" Caleigh prodded.
"Or you can show us the envelope it arrived in," Sam suggested.
Elaine leaned back. "Why would I do that?"
"Derek said you were ever so helpful." Caleigh added extra syrup to her words.
Static buzzed in and out, and the picture skipped a beat. I prayed the feed would stay up. I trusted the girls. They were the best at what they did, but since this morning, I’d been a mass of anxiety. A rough night of tossing, turning, and thinking had me frazzled.
"Aww, Derek’s just the sweetest man I’ve ever known," Double D purred.
Derek Bond? As in the man who shared half my DNA?
She leaned closer. "And the dirtiest old kook."
Ah, yes. That sounded about right.
"He once tied me up and slathered..."
I grabbed my ears, pressing my palms against my head with enough force to pop the top off a stubborn pickle jar, and held on for dear sanity. "La-la-la-la-la."
Maya smirked and kept her gaze on the screen. A moment later, she gave me the thumbs up, and I cautiously lowered my hands.
"Wait here," Elaine said then sprung out of her chair and
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