“No, we can’t be sure, of course. It’s just, with the ethnicity of the victims, and the location of the deaths, and the relative uniqueness of your name, Inks, especially in the county, we have to assume that it could be a death threat.”
Inca threw up her hands. “But, why? I don’t think I have any enemies.”
“Could be someone who’s fixated on you. Anyone could have come in here and seen you. Or maybe there’s someone from your past?”
Inca shook her head, silent, shocked. “I don’t think so.” But in the back of her mind, there was something, something she had never told anyone, not even Nancy. Something she had forced herself to forget.
Olly was studying her face. “Inks, you okay? Look, we’re going to be on this twenty-four seven until this guy is caught.”
“Who says it’s a guy?” Scarlett wondered. “What if it’s a girl?”
“Unlikely,” Knox said, and Scarlett scowled at him.
“A woman is just as able to …”
“Scarlett. We know it’s a man, okay? Just leave it at that.” For once, Knox was without his usual swagger; he just looked shell-shocked. Scarlett opened her mouth to argue, but then took pity on him, squeezing his hand.
“There’s something else.” Olly looked at Nancy and Inca. “The woman who was killed in Seattle … this one was different. She was older, a former mental health patient. Inca, her resemblance to you is undeniable. We would like to take a DNA sample from you to test against the dead woman.”
Nancy gave a distressed cry and Inca stared at Olly in horror. “What?”
He nodded. “I’m so sorry, Inca, but we have to investigate the possibility that the woman murdered in Seattle was your birth mother.”
Olly looked up as his sister Luna came into the police station balancing two cups of coffee. “Hey, haven’t seen you around for a while.”
Luna gave him one of the cups and sat down opposite him. “I’ve been staying in the city.”
“Okay.”
Luna was never very forthcoming about her movements and Olly couldn’t help feel concerned about his younger sister. She was the same age as Inca—twenty-eight—but somehow seemed so much younger. Her dark blue eyes and black hair made her stand out in a crowd, but Luna always seemed to be trying to avoid any interaction with her peer group. Only Inca had ever broken through Luna’s high walls, and now that she and Olly were no longer a couple, Luna seemed to be backsliding. It bugged Olly.
“Thanks for the coffee. You go see Inca?”
Luna shrugged. “She’s out to dinner with the billionaire, apparently.”
Olly grinned at his sister. “Don’t be judgy. You know Inca’s not a gold-digger. Why are you taking our split out on her? I’m the one who instigated it.”
Luna sighed. “Then you’re the idiot.”
“Sweets, we couldn’t have stayed together just for you, you know.”
“Don’t be patronizing; that’s not why I’m pissed.”
“Then, why?”
“Because she’s the best thing that ever happened to this family and you blew it.”
Olly blinked, surprised at the venom in Luna’s voice. “Wow.”
She relented. “Sorry, just keeping it real.”
“Luna … God. What the hell? Luna, I think you need to get used to the fact that Inca and I are not together. I have Molly; she has Tommaso Winter; but we both still love you.”
Luna rolled her eyes. “Whatever. You met the billionaire?”
“No, actually.”
Luna gave him a sly grin. “Scarlett told me Inca’s bringing him back to the Sakura later. Wanna go check the rich guy out?”
Olly glanced around the empty office. “Knox?”
His deputy poked his head out of another door. “Yep?”
“You good here? Okay if I step out for a time?”
“Go for it, boss.”
Olly stood and hitched his pants up. “Right. Time for a little stakeout.” He winked at Luna and together they crossed the street to the Varsity.
Inca and Tommaso were just leaving Levi’s restaurant. Tommaso had his hand on her back. Olly stopped. He couldn’t breathe for a moment.
“Wow.”
Luna pulled him into the coffee shop. Olly, walking backwards, collided with a table just as Inca came in. She grinned at him. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. The pale pink against her golden skin was luminous; the lights of the teahouse glinting off the beads threw tiny strands of light onto her face, into her eyes. Tommaso walked in behind her, a proud look on his face.
“Hey dude.” Inca touched Olly’s arm, breaking the spell. She walked behind the counter and grabbed the coffee pot. She filled three mugs and passed one to each of them. She grabbed a soda from the cooler for herself.
“Wow.” Olly repeated and she flushed. Tommaso sat down at the counter. Olly eyed him and nodded at Inca.
“That’s a nice dress.”
Tommaso bowed his head. “Just a little token of my esteem.”
“Uh-huh.” Olly suddenly didn’t like this guy; he was way too confident.
Tommaso smiled. “Chief Rosenbaum, I feel I haven’t had the chance to get to know you properly.”
He offered his hand and, after a hesitation, Olly shook it. Inca beamed.
“I don’t want to offend you, Tommaso, but I’m just going to go out back and change. I’m terrified of spilling coffee on this dress.”
She gave them both a smile and disappeared. Scarlett went to clear the tables and close the door. Luna sat in silence. Olly couldn’t resist.
“Personal. A dress.”
Tommaso nodded. “That’s what Inca said. Perhaps it was inappropriate.”
Olly was taken aback by the other man’s admission. He thawed a little.
“How long do you think you’ll be staying?”
Tommaso smiled. “At the moment, we have no plans to leave. Plenty of time to get to know everyone.”
Olly nodded. “Sure.”
Tommaso leaned over and refilled his coffee. He offered the pot to Olly, who shook his head. Tommaso looked at the other man.
“Perhaps you and … Molly, is it, would like to join us for dinner one night?”
Olly felt his conciliatory mood disappear at Tommaso’s proprietary tone. He stood up. “Uh-huh.” He knocked on the backroom door. “Inks, I’m going now.”
Tommaso smirked into his mug and Olly gave him a withering look. Inca poked her head out of the door.
“Okay, night, then.”
Olly touched her face and smiled. “Night, darlin’.”
He walked towards the door.
“Goodnight, Chief.”
Olly nodded at Tommaso, curt and annoyed. He waved to his sister and went out into the night.
Outside he crossed the street, looking back over at the teahouse. He watched Tommaso talking to Inca, touching her face, kissing her tenderly. Arrogant prick.
“Us’ he thought. Fucker knew exactly what he was doing.
Olly sighed, reminded himself that he had no right to be annoyed or to be jealous, but a knot of tension had lodged itself in his chest. He lit a cigarette, feeling like an intruder as he watched the two of them. His friend. His Inca. He knew he was being petulant.
He coughed and pulling himself together.
She’s not your Inca anymore, buddy.
He winced at the pain the thought caused him. He crushed the remainder of his smoke under his heel and went to work.
Tommaso stayed over at Inca’s apartment and she saw him taking it all in. “I like it,” he said. “It’s very you.”
She smiled and he took her in his arms. “Inca, I need to tell you something. I’ve never been this happy.”
She smiled at him, both touched and nervous. “Tommaso … I love spending time with you. I do, but I don’t know if I’m ready for a serious relationship.”
Tommaso shrugged. “It’s okay. You will be.”
She laughed at his certainty and he grinned and swept her
into the bedroom. As he started to strip her, she kissed his neck. “I really do love that dress, Tommaso.”
“I’m glad you decided to keep it,” he said, brushing his lips along her collarbone. “But I prefer what’s underneath it.” He took her nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently, looking up at her as his tongue teased her. Inca shivered with pleasure as he removed her panties and pressed her against the wall of her bedroom. “I’m going to fuck you all night long, Principessa …”
The fact that he was still dressed in his impeccable Armani suit while she was naked was a complete turn-on for Inca. He lifted her easily, then his cock was plunging into her, nailing her to the wall, his hands harsh on her body, his lips rough on hers. He kissed her brutally, so that she tasted blood, and as he fucked her, Inca let herself go, feeling every sensation he was sending through her body. Afterward they moved to the bed and she went on top, thrusting her hips hard onto him, wanting to take him deeper and deeper. He smiled up at her as she rode him, his hands on her breasts, her belly, fingers biting into the soft flesh of her hips.
Inca loved the way Tommaso looked at her. With this man, she felt more sensual, more feminine than she ever had with anyone else.
Afterward, they soaked in her little bathtub together, Inca leaning back on Tommaso’s hard chest. His fingers traced a pattern in soap bubbles on her belly. “Bella, I like this place. It is a shame you have to move.”
“I know,” she sighed, distracted by the feel of his fingers on her skin. “I guess I’ll really have to step up the search for a new place.”
“You know my thoughts.” His lips nuzzled her ear, then moved to her shoulder. Inca smiled, closing her eyes.
“I do.”
They lay in silence for a time. “I don’t think your police chief likes me.”
Inca opened her eyes. “Olly’s harmless. He’s probably doing that man thing you all do.”
Tommaso laughed. “I have no idea what you mean.”
“The ‘marking your territory’ thing. Not that I’m either of your territories, just to remind you.” She felt his laugh rumble through his chest.
“I hear you. Tell him, though.”
“Oh, I will.” She was quiet for a long moment. “Tommaso … there’s something I have to tell you, something that’s going on. It kind of explains why Olly is a little overprotective.”
She told him about the murders and Tommaso listened in shocked silence. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”
She sat up and turned to face him. His eyes were troubled. “Because we don’t know if it actually has anything to do with me or it’s just a coincidence. They took some DNA to run against the older women they found in Seattle.” Her breath hitched in her throat at that and he cradled her cheek in his palm.
“Are you okay?”
“I just never considered my birth parents—as far as I’m concerned, Nancy and Tyler are my parents.”
Tommaso nodded, his face serious. “I hope it is not your birthmother, but I do know something about family disharmony. My parents were very unhappy before they divorced. My father is a … difficult man. My mother was an angel.”
Inca smiled. “You’ve never talked about your family before.”
Tommaso laughed softly. “Neither have you.”
Inca realized he was right. “I guess we really don’t know each other that well.”
“I guess not.”
They gazed at each other for a long moment. “I would like to get to know you,” he said softly and leaned in to kiss her.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, Inca suddenly felt optimistic. The man in her arms was gorgeous, funny, and smart. Maybe it was time she told herself it was okay to fall for him.
Tommaso surprised her the following morning as she was opening up the Sakura. The day was surprisingly warm; the snow from the storm was almost gone. Inca had arranged to show Raffaelo around the area today, so she was surprised when Tommaso showed up. Inca grinned when, with him, she saw a huge Labrador Retriever bound out of his car.
The dog immediately went to her, wagging its plummy tail, and Inca hugged it delightedly.
“You got a dog?”
Tommaso grinned. “Technically, you got a dog. Since you won’t let me pay for a security detail, I thought this was the next best thing.”
Inca was touched. “That’s really sweet … God, he’s so beautiful. What’s his name?”
“Boomer. Hey, look, I didn’t choose it. I got him at the pound.”
Inca almost felt like crying. “Tommaso, I don’t know what to say … thank you.”
“I hope it wasn’t presuming too much.”
It was … but Inca didn’t care. She fussed around the dog, making him excited and crazy. She grabbed a bowl of water for him. “Tommaso, he’s lovely; thank you.”
She kissed him as they heard a horn toot outside. “I think my brother is here,” Tommaso said, then looked at Boomer. “Shall I take him for today? Raff isn’t keen on dogs.”
Inca was still smiling as she slid into the passenger seat of Raffaelo’s car. When Raffaelo didn’t start the car, she turned to look at him. He was watching her, his green eyes intense.
“Is there something I should know?”
Inca felt her face burn and looked away. “Not at all. So, where shall we start?”
“I saw another road along here. I’m assuming it leads around the town?”
Inca sighed, relieved. “Yes. It’s the only other—I was going to say highway, but that would be overstating its size.” She laughed and Raffaelo smiled.
“For a small town, it seems bigger than it looks.”
Inca nodded. “It’s because there aren’t many buildings. The population is less than two hundred and fifty people, not counting the pupils at the school. During the semester, the population triples. Good for business.”
They drove in silence for a little while. Inca gazed out of the window at the coast road, its fir-lined cliffs, the steps down to the beach carved into the stone.
“Where does this road go?”
Raffaelo’s question brought her out of her reverie.
“Around to the school. We’ll pass the golf course soon.”
“So, you have a large school and a golf course for a population of two hundred and fifty.”
She laughed. “And you don’t want to know how few of us play golf. Do you?”
“Play golf? No.”
Do you even know how to have fun? Inca thought to herself. She thought back to the nights when she and Olly, Knox, and Scarlett had played board games and gotten drunk together, falling asleep on the couches and chairs in their living rooms, waking in the early hours to cover her friends with blankets. She couldn’t picture Raffaelo sprawled out in an easy chair, a half-empty beer bottle at his feet as he tried to name all fifty states. She remembered Olly squinting at the ceiling trying desperately to recall Arkansas while she, Knox, and Scarlett heckled him. Inca grinned again and looked at Raffaelo, ramrod straight in his seat, dressed impeccably as always. Inca narrowed her eyes at him, a mischievous grin on her face.
“Raffaelo … what do you do for fun?”
The question seemed to surprise him. “What do you mean?”
“Just that. We’re supposed to be getting to know each other, and I still know nothing about you.”
“And your first question is how do I have fun?”
The tension was back. With a simple question, he’d made her feel frivolous and shallow. Stung, Inca turned away and stared out of the window. After a while, Raffaelo gave a little cough.
“Inca, I feel as if I have … I didn’t mean to offend you. Sometimes I don’t express myself as I would wish. Your question was completely legitimate and I apologize if …” He cleared his throat again. “I read. I watch television; I go to the cinema, the theatre. I don’t play golf but I like to run and sometimes play tennis.” He smiled at her and Inca saw genuine regret in his expression.
She nodded out of the window. “Pull over up
here. I want to show you something.”
Raffaelo pulled the car to the side of the road and they got out. Inca led the way down one of the stairways carved into the cliff. Halfway down, she turned into a small opening in the rock. Raffaelo had to bend to walk into the cave. Inca sat down on a rock and he joined her.
“The first time I showed Tommaso around, I showed him this place.”
Raffaelo squinted into the blackness of the cave. “How far does it go back?”
She laughed. “No idea. We did think about investigating, but we were too chicken. Anyway, I wanted to show you this because he wanted to know where I had grown up.”
Raffaelo nodded. He went to stand at the edge of the cave, looking out over the ocean. Inca studied him, still trying to find some familiarity in his personality—he seemed too different from Tommaso.
Raffaelo turned, saw her smiling and took a seat beside her.
“Inca, I …” He stopped, and she noticed with surprise that he seemed nervous. He took a deep breath in. “Inca, I know I can seem … different. I don’t make friends easily. I have always preferred my own company. But I hope that is about to change.”
She returned his smile. “I hope so too. Come on, let’s go down to the beach.”
He followed her down to the beach, watching the way her hips swayed gently and the almost childlike exuberance of her gait when they reached the sand. Inside him, he felt a rare emotion: admiration. He liked this woman, he realized, and that disconcerted him. For once in his life, Raffaelo Winter considered that his relationship with this particular woman could be different. She could be to him what no other woman had ever been.
A friend.
Olly came to see her later. “Still no news on the DNA, I’m afraid.”
He made a fuss of Boomer. “That’s a nice gift, a great idea. Of course, I’d feel better if you got your firearms’ license and bought a gun.”
Inca shook her head. “No way. Not going to happen.”
Olly studied her. “Inca … this is real. Women are dying; young women are being butchered. God help me, I won’t let that happen to you or anyone else I know. But you have to help me out here. Don’t do anything reckless; don’t go out on your own at night.”
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