Page 14 of Shiver

“Now tell me she’s not involved in this case.”

Stunned silence permeated the room.

“Riley, I want to see you in my office now.” Captain Lewis’s tone was soft and lethal. “O’Connor will stay with Miss Morgan.”

Riley followed him into the office and tried not to notice his captain’s clenched fists or the heavy rise and fall of his chest.

With a steely gaze, he pinned Riley to his seat. “You have a choice, MacIntyre—voluntary three-day bereavement leave with pay or mandatory three-day suspension without pay, and one extremely unhappy captain who will make your life a living hell. Which will it be?”

Riley groaned and scrubbed his face with his hands.

“You are not working this case. You were too close to the victim to be objective and your behavior with Miss Morgan proves that.”

Riley glanced at Devra through the office window. She’d managed to pull her hair back again, completely changing the way she looked. Pat O’Connor was smiling, patting her on the shoulder, comforting her after the trauma she’d been forced to endure. Somehow, he had to make the captain see he was on to something, that he was right about her. “That woman knows a lot more about this case than she’s letting on.”

“Based on what?”

“My gut.”

“Your gut isn’t good enough, considering the circumstances.”

“It’s never been wrong before and you know it.”

“The victim has never been part of your family before.”

The image of Michelle lying on the dirty French Quarter sidewalk flashed through his mind, making his fists clench. “That’s bull.”

“The truth is you’ve never been this unhinged before. You’ve always been Mr. Cool, Mr. Confident—hell, Mr. Cocky. Now you’re a loose cannon and I won’t have your emotions jeopardizing this case. Take your three days and spend the time with your family. Rest, relax, and when you come back, you can focus on the night stalker case and let Pat and his team handle this one with the FBI.”

Somehow he didn’t think “Ladies’ Man Pat” would do what it took to find Michelle’s killer. “I can see his charm is working wonders onmysuspect as we speak. She’s all ready to let loose and spill everything she knows any minute now.” They both watched Pat through the glass. Though he was trying, Miss Morgan was sitting as stiff and tight-lipped as a pastor’s wife in a Bourbon Street strip club.

“You’ve been known to load on the charm yourself,” the captain grumbled.

Usually, Riley thought, but not when it came to her. That woman just drove the charm right out of him.

“Just stay clear from her. Got it?” The captain ordered on an exasperated sigh.

Riley nodded but continued watching Devra out of the corner of his eye.

“By the way, your father has called three times. I’m going downstairs. You can use my office to call him back. Consider that an order.”

Riley swore under his breath as the captain slammed the door behind him. Sometimes it didn’t pay to have a powerful father. He wondered how much his forced leave had to do with his old man, then pushed the thought out of his head. Tony had had the same idea earlier and if it’d been anyone else, Riley would probably even agree. Anyone with a loss of this magnitude should take their three-days leave but the worst part was having his case ripped out from under him.

He watched Miss Morgan. Three days of mandatory leave—three days to get that woman to crack. He raked a hand through his hair. Three days to get the answers he needed for his brother, Mac, and his old man.

A lead weight dropped to the pit of his stomach as he picked up the phone and dialed the ranch. “Hey, LuAnn,” he said when his stepmom answered the phone. “How’s Dad?”

“Devastated like the rest of us, but he’ll be glad to hear from you. Hold on, hon, and I’ll get him for you.”

Riley waited, not sure what to expect from his dad and not able to take his eyes off the enigma of a woman sitting at his desk. He was going to make it his priority to discover everything about her and flush out whatever she was hiding.

He watched Tony bring her a cup of water. She nodded, thanking him, a trace of a smile touching her face. As she sipped the water, a hint of moisture wet her seductive lips. She turned, her melting blue eyes meeting his through the glass. Awareness rushed through him, hot and thick, making him cringe.

He was going to take her down.

“Hey, son,” his father’s voice sounded dull through the receiver.

Riley turned away from the glass. “Hey, Dad.”

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