"She's back here in the brush. Herehold on to me. The slope here is tricky."
There had been a time when Toiy would never have accepted assistance, even from someone who loved her. The accident that had occurred in the midst of the Olympic rowing heats over a decade before had nearly cost her her leg, but she'd lost more than her ability to compete. For a very long time, she'd lost her independence as well as her health. Her recovery, both physical and emotional, had been slow and hard-won. Only in the last few years had she regained enough confidence to allow help and enough strength in her damaged leg not to need it under most circumstances. But this was Reese, and the situation was extreme, and she couldn't risk an injury now merely for the sake of pride. She closed her fingers around Reese's hand and inched down the steep slope toward the scrub brush that dotted the dunes.
"What have you got?" Toiy asked, her voice sounding very loud in the hushed night air.
"A girllooks to be the same age as the boy we brought in. From the position of the body and the condition of the terrain, it looks like she was running from someone."
Tory's throat closed. "A homicide?"
Reese shone her Mag-Lite on a narrow sandy path that appeared through the darkness for an instant and then disappeared beyond the semicircle of illumination once again. "I'm not sure yet. She might have been running from the boy. Hell, they might just have been fooling around." She clamped her jaws tightly, "They certainly look the part to be playing silly kids' games. Barely more than children."
"Hide and seek? Win a kiss if you catch me?"
"Could be something as simple as that." Reese shrugged as much in comment as in an attempt to dispel the melancholy. What a waste.
They walked another twenty yards before Reese slowed. A pair of sandaled feet appeared at the far edge of the spot of light that preceded them, then slim legs came into view, followed by narrow hips in white capri pants, a bare midriff with a glint of silver at the navel, and small, high breasts beneath a tight, light blue tube top. Tory's heart plummeted. The soft face beneath short blond hair was smooth and unmarred. An angel's face. Oh God.
"Have you moved her?" Tory stood at the juncture of light and shadow observing the body in the harsh artificial illumination.
"No. I just felt for a pulse. There wasn't one." Reese blew out a breath of frustration. "Allie Tremont found her. For a rookie, she did good. She kept her head and didn't contaminate the area, but she did check for a heartbeat. According to Allie, there wasn't one then either." Reese jammed her hands in her uniform pockets, her feet spread, her shoulders stiff as she stared down at the young girl's body. "I should've checked the area before I left with the boy. Maybe she was alive then. God damn it."
"If you had waited, he would've died." Tory didn't touch Reese because she knew that wasn't what her lover needed. "You made the right call, Sheriff. Now, is it safe for me to move around here?"
"Yes. We took photographs as best we could. We're not exactly equipped for a high-tech crime scene analysis here. We won't be able to really map the area and check for trace until daylight."
"Did you get 360-degree images of the body?" As she spoke, Tory opened the small satchel she kept in her Jeep for just such call-outs and cautiously knelt in the sand. The victim lay partially on her side, one leg drawn up and her body curled in on itself as if sleeping. Tory checked the muscle tone in the left arm, gently flexing and extending the elbow. It was stiff, but not in full rigor. "She's been dead for less than ten hours, but definitely for more than two." She looked up at her lover, silhouetted against the night sky. "You couldn't have helped her."
"Not in life, perhaps," Reese said quietly. She squatted down beside Tory, holding the light for her as she worked. "Do you see anything to suggest homicide?"
"Not yet," Tory replied, gently rolling the body flat onto its back. "But the best I'm going to be able to do here is recognize severe blunt or penetrating trauma. She'll need a full postmortem, and that's going to take someone more skilled than me to do it." She drew out a palm-sized Dictaphone and described the appearance of the body, indicating position, state of the clothing, presence and absence of identifying marks, evidence of trauma, and noted no apparent disruption in the surrounding area to suggest that a struggle had taken place. At least not there. When she'd finished the brief dictation, she removed a long, thin stylet that resembled a stainless steel knitting needle, pushed up the lower border of the clinging tube top, palpated the lower edge of the twelfth rib on the right side, and pushed the transcutaneous thermometer through the skin and into the right lobe of the liver. "The core temperature will give us a much better indication of time of death. The ambient temperature is fortunately still fairly close to body temperature, so we haven't lost much heat to the environment. Ask Jeff or Allie to get me a precise temperature reading now, please."
"Eighty-three degrees Fahrenheit."
Tory nodded, realizing that of course Reese would have already thought to do that. "Thank you."
"You're welcome,"
"Have you identified her?"
"No," Reese said with a hint of irritation in her voice. "There's no wallet, no purse, and nothing in the car to indicate who she is. Hopefully, Robert Bridger will be able to tell us."
"She doesn't look like a street kid or a prostitute." Tory lifted one slim hand, staring at the slender fingers curled gently in her palm. "Her nails are clean and manicured. She's well nourished. Her clothes are expensive but tasteful. My guess is that Robert knows her and didn't pick her up on the side of the road somewhere."
"That's my thought too." Reese rolled her shoulders. "So far we haven't found anything useful in the vehicle. If this is an overdose, where are the pills?"
Without thinking, Tory reached out and braced her arm against Reese's thigh as she pushed herself upright, favoring her weakened leg. She didn't move away when Reese steadied her with an arm around her waist. Kneeling for extended periods still took a toll on her nerve-damaged calf. "Maybe they took them all?"
"And what, threw the bottles out the window?"
Tory shrugged as they made their way back to the road. "I suppose that's possible. Perhaps they just grabbed enough for the night and got something stronger than they bargained for."
"Maybe. But if they didn't raid the drug cabinet at home, I want to know who supplied them with whatever almost killed them both."
"I'm sure you'll find out what happened." Tory's tone was far from placating. She spoke with quiet certainty. "Let me make some calls and find out who's available to do the post. Then we'll get an ambulance out here to transport her."
"Thanks. I'm sorry to have to bring you out here for this."
"Don't apologize." Tory lifted a hand and rested her fingers gently against Reese's cheek. "Try to get home sometime tonight, all right?"
"There's a fair amount of work to be done out here." Reese rubbed her face. "And I have to ID this girl. I may need to drive up to the hospital to interview the boy."
"Don't do that on no sleep, Reese," Tory said quietly. "Don't make me worry all night."
Reese sighed. "I won't. But if it gets really late, I might catch an hour or so at the station and then go."
"I understand. Come home when you can."
"Tory...I'm sorry about the way I left earlier..."
"It's all right, darling. You've got work to do." Tory allowed her fingers to trail over Reese's jaw before drawing away. "We'll talk soon. I promise. I love you."
"I love you, too." Reese opened the driver's door of Tory's Jeep so her lover could slide in. "Kiss the baby for me."
"Is there anything I can do?" Bri stood by the side of Allie's desk, her hands in her pockets, her blue eyes dark with worry. Allie was pale and her hands shook as she filled out paperwork. It was three in the morning and they had both been off shift for over three hours, but Allie needed to document the details of finding the dead girl before leaving and Bri had stayed to finish her report on the boy. Now, she lingered out of concern and sympathy for her
friend. She wondered how she would have reacted to coming upon a dead teenager in the brush in the middle of the night.
Allie looked up, dark eyes liquid with pain and fatigue. She forced a smile. "No, I'm okay. Almost done."
"Sure?"
"Yeah, thanks. You go ahead. It's late."
"How about I give you a ride home?"
"I've got my car," Allie said, but her expression belied her efforts to sound composed.
"This whole night has been a bummer," Bri noted truthfully. "I wouldn't mind company for a while."
A smile of thanks flickered on Allie's face. "Yeah?" At Bri's solemn nod, she said quickly, "Five minutes."
Even at the height of the season, the small town was deserted in the middle of the night. The bars closed at one and there was nothing much in the way of entertainment beyond that time. Bri, feeling as if they were the only two people in the world, powered the motorcycle through the twisting, narrow streets with Allie clinging to her back. Somewhere, though, she reminded herself, on the other side of the ocean that she could hear in the background even above the roar of her engine, Caroline was just waking. She missed her so much, especially now, when she hurt inside with feelings she couldn't put a name to. The warmth of Allie's body was comforting.
Gunning the engine, she took the bike in a low, sweeping dip around a turn onto the road to Pilgrim's Heights. Allie tightened her hold, and Bri felt a hand press low against the front of her uniform pants. Surprised, she covered Allie's fingers with her own before they could move anywhere else. She kept her hand there until she needed both to navigate the sharp turn into Allie's driveway. She cut the engine and put a leg down on either side of the big bike to steady it "I'll swing by tomorrow and take you to the station to get your car."
"Can you come in for a while?" Allie asked, sliding off to stand by Bri's side. She rested one hand on Bri's thigh in a casual gesture, but her voice trembled. "I'm wide awake. I could fix us a drink or something to eat."
Bri heard the plea beneath the invitation and realized that Allie must be more upset than she wanted to let on. "Sure, for a bit. Thanks." She kicked down the stand and swung her leg over the wide tank, then followed Allie up the winding stone path to the small bungalow. Once inside, she waited while Allie turned on lights and rummaged in the kitchen.
"Here," Allie said, handing Bri a beer. She gestured to the sofa with her own bottle and the two young officers, both still in uniform, sat down side by side. They drank in silence for a few moments.
"You doing okay, for real?" Bri finally asked.
"I'm not so sure," Allie confessed in a small voice. She kept her eyes down, staring at the beer bottle that she turned around and around between her clasped hands. "It was weird. When I saw her, I thought she was sleeping. I thought, what a stupid place to sack out. Then it hit me. All at once. And I knew she was dead."
"That must've been hard." They had been in tough situations together, including a life-threatening fire. Bri had been in a takedown that had resulted in gunshots and death. But she'd never walked up on death alone. Secretly, she was glad.
"You know," Allie went on, "you always read about cops throwing up or something when they find a body, but I didn't feel that way. I felt...cold." She shivered, set her beer bottle down, and moved closer to Bri on the sofa. "I still do."
When Allie took her hand, Bri closed her fingers around Allie's in silent comfort.
"Reese and Jeff both said I did okay." Allie leaned her shoulder against Bri's and pulled Bri's hand into her lap, holding it between her own. In a low, tortured voice, she asked, "Don't you think I should feel something else? Like...maybe there's something wrong with me because I don't?"
"No," Bri said comfortingly. "No. I think you're tired and stressed and maybe...a little freaked out. I think that's pretty normal."
Allie laughed shakily. "Jeez, I don't feel normal,"
"I think you did great too." Bri squeezed Aliie's fingers. "I'm sorry you had to go through it, though."
"Part of the job, right?" Allie shrugged and tried to sound tough.
"Yeah. A really rough part."
"Thanks." Allie rested her cheek against Bri's shoulder. "For bringing me home."
"Maybe you should call Ashley," Bri suggested tentatively. "Tell her about it."
Allie shook her head. "No. We're sort of...cooling things off for awhile."
"Why?"
"Oh, you know. Things run hot for a while and then..." She shrugged again.
"So you broke up?" Bri tried to remember the last time she had seen Allie with Ashley Walker, the private investigator with whom they had all worked a case earlier in the summer. She realized that it had been a few weeks at least. She'd thought that they were a couple, or at least headed in that direction.
"Ashley said...oh, fuck..." Allie moved one hand from Bri's, sat up, and grabbed for her beer bottle. She drained it in one long swallow. "Ashley's decided that she's too old for me. Do you believe that?"
"So she broke up with you?" Bri's voice held a note of incredulity. "For something like that? What is she, ten years older or something?"
"About that. So she's decided that I'm too young to make a commitment and that we should take things slow" She grunted derisively. "In my book, that means screw other people and forget about each other."
Bri frowned, recalling the attractive redhead who had not seemed like a woman who would be interested in casual encounters, "Did she say that?"
"She didn't have to. I got the message."
"Uh, maybe that's not what she meant. You know, sometimes, women are hard to figure out."
Allie regarded Bri with a slow smile. "Is that right? I never noticed that you had much trouble."
Bri blushed. "Half the time I'm not certain what Carre needs. I'm just happy to get it right whenever I do."
At the mention of Bri's girlfriend, Allie's smile wavered. "You're pretty crazy about her, huh?"
"Yeah. Totally."
With a seductive purr, Allie leaned close again, one arm sliding around Bri's waist and her lips close to Bri's ear. "But you're not married, right? I mean, she's going to be gone a long time."
When the warm breath tickled her ear and a very practiced hand smoothed over her abdomen and came to rest on her fly, Bri felt a familiar spark of arousal. This wasn't the first time Allie had touched her, and she remembered exactly how good that had felt. The last time they'd been naked in bed together, and she'd almost come while Allie touched her. Gently, Bri covered Allie's hand as she had done on the bike and moved it up a safe distance. "I'm not into fooling around. But if I was, I'd be begging at your door."
Allie grew very still, then after a minute, edged away until she could look into Bri's face. "That was a really nice thing to say. You're sweet, you know that?"
"Not really. It's the truth, what I said about you. You're hot. But I can't cheat on my girl."
Curiously, Allie asked, "Even if she never knew?"
"I'd know. I already don't deserve her." Bri shrugged and looked away, embarrassed. "But I'm trying."
"Will you stay here tonight?"
Bri's head snapped back. "Huh?"
"Not for sex. I just...I'd just like not to be alone."
"I can't sleep in bed with you." Bri wasn't crazy enough to think that she could sleep next to a gorgeous, hot woman who wanted her and not be tempted.
"You can take the bed, and I could sleep out here on the couch."
Bri laughed. "The couch will do me fine. But I'm only staying on one condition."
"What?" Allie asked playfully.
"You're making the breakfast."
"Oh, Officer Parker," Allie cooed, leaning close and kissing Bri's cheek. "You are so easy."
Chapter Five
U h-oh," Nelson Parker muttered.
Reese followed her boss's gaze down the hospital hallway and saw a woman rise from a chair in the seating area outside the intensive care unit and start toward them. Swiftly, Reese took stock. Nearly her height, but
not as muscular. Shoulder-length dark hair, looking as if it had been subtly cut to hold its casual style no matter the wind or weather. Light makeup, clear, pale complexion, hazel eyes gleaming even in the dim light. Piercing eyeshard, unreadable eyes. A faint smile that might have been welcome or warning. At just after four in the morning, the woman, dressed casually in tan slacks and a cream-colored short-sleeved blouse, looked remarkably fresh and alert. She also looked, Reese thought, as if she were enjoying herself. Uh-oh is right.
"You must be here about Robert Bridger," the woman said in a rich, smooth alto, her eyes moving slowly from Nelson to Reese.
"I'm Chief Nelson Parker and this is Sheriff Reese Conlon," Nelson said. He held out his hand, which the woman took.
"How do you do? I'm Trey Pelosi, the Bridgers' attorney." She smiled again, and turned to Reese with an extended hand. "Sheriff."
"Counselor," Reese said quietly, "Vacationing in the area?"
"Why, yes," Trey answered, her eyes sharpening as she gave Reese an appraising glance. "I have a summer home in Truro."
"Yours must have been the taillights we saw ahead of us all the way up here."
Trey laughed. "Actually, I've been here a few hours."
His parents must have called you as soon as I finished talking to them, Reese surmised. You probably got here before Robert arrived. Gives a new meaning to the term ambulance chaser
"We called the boy's doctors on our way up from Provincetown," Nelson stated. "They informed us that Robert was awake and could answer some questions. Are his parents here?"
"They are. Yes." She hadn't moved and her smile hadn't wavered. She stood comfortably, but quite obviously, in their path. "The doctors were partially correct. Robert is awake, but I'm afraid he won't be answering any questions."
"Is there some reason you don't want him to talk to us, Counselor?" Reese asked in a steady, even tone.
"Are you charging him with a crime, Sheriff?"
"At the moment, we're simply trying to find out what happened. He's the only one who can tell us."
"And at the moment, Robert isn't up to being questioned," Trey responded firmly without raising her voice.
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