“What makes you think that? Does it resemble any other killings?”
The detective shook his head. “No, but she was posed, grotesquely. There’s just something about the way she was left…” he sighed and rubbed his temples.
“Long night?”
Carino nodded. “Yeah, and I was just thinking I was getting too old for this.”
“Nothing going on with Maria?”
He knew the detective’s wife was pregnant and entering the final few months.
Flashing Del a smile, Carino shook his head. “No, just horrible insomnia for her, which means I have it because she wanders through the house constantly.” His smile faded. “It’s going to be a bitch of a day today, considering who I think is down there.”
His head was already pounding from the lack of caffeine, and this was just ramping it up to a whole other level of pain.
“Who?”
Carino looked toward the scene, then back at Del. “We have to wait for official word, but I think it’s Grace Singh.”
The name hit him like a ton of bricks.
“Well, fuck.”
Del knew the story. Hell, everyone in Hawaii knew the story. Two weeks earlier, a pretty schoolteacher had disappeared. Right off the street in a good part of town.
There was no sign of her anywhere, which was definitely odd. From all accounts, she was sweet and unassuming, a bit of a homebody who lived with her parents—not an uncommon occurrence considering the housing situation on the island at the moment.
When the news had hit, everyone had shown up to help. Honolulu might be a big city to some, but Hawaii still operated like a small town. When one of their own went missing, especially a cherished teacher, they called out the reserves. Citizens, law enforcement, everyone. They all had looked for her and could not find one bit of evidence as to her whereabouts.
“Exactly. I wouldn’t normally jump to conclusions, but she’s fresh, and I know her face, of course. That means she has been alive the last two weeks. And, it’s bad. There is no doubt in my mind someone tortured her.”
Fuck. Nightmare did not cover it. They would get attention from the mainland on this one, and they always sent the local press into a frenzy.
“Okay.”
They walked side-by-side down to the scene. With each step they took, he felt the weight of the oncoming investigation. This was going to be a bitch—and more than anything, he wanted to do right by the woman. Her poor family had been so sure they would find her alive, and now they would forever be without one part of the whole.
No one deserved to die like this.
“Hey, Elle, how’s it going?” Del asked.
Dr. Elle Middleton was an English transplant, and one of the best in her field. He knew he was damned lucky she had been assigned to his team when she had arrived in Hawaii.
“Hullo, Del. Not good, especially for this young woman.”
She stood up and wiped her forehead with the back of her wrist. Since she’d cut her light blond hair, the fringe of it appeared just above her blue-green eyes. He read the horror in her gaze. This was not going to be pleasant for anyone.
“You got a time of death?”
“Within the last six hours from the liver temp. I would say less than three when she was actually found. She was left here after the rain stopped.”
“Yeah?” Carino asked.
Elle nodded. “The impressions of shoes are there and there,” she said pointing to the ground. “Drew is going to take a cast of them, but I am not sure we will find anything particularly important in that. They look pretty common. So, I’m assuming he waited on purpose until the rain was done. That ended about half past eleven last night here in Honolulu.”
Del sighed and shook his head. “Poor woman.”
“Indeed. I can tell you more when I get her on the table, but this woman went through hell.”
“Show me what you have right now.”
“Hey, I have a meeting with the brass at the top of the hour. They wanted an update. Call me if you need anything.”
“Sure. Give my love to Maria,” Del said as Carino slapped him on the shoulder and walked away.
He turned back around just as Elle moved and he finally saw the body. The memory of the smiling picture did not even seem like the same woman. Her eyes were closed, but he knew they were dark, always twinkling in all the photos. She was short in stature, five three if he remembered correctly, with short hair, and probably weighed no more than one hundred pounds. At least she had. If she had been posed, she had been moved, probably by Elle.
“We have pictures of her body before she was moved?”
“Yes,” she said irritated.
He looked up and offered her a smile. “Sorry about that. Just thinking things through, and I didn’t know who was here first. You know I am still new at all of this.”
Elle sighed. “Sorry. Knowing just how bad it was…it hurts.”
He heard the memory in her voice. “I understand.” And he did. Elle would comprehend what Grace Singh had endured more than most others.
She straightened her shoulders, then squatted down. “If you look here, she was tied up.”
She held up the hand of the woman and pointed to her wrist. He saw the burns on her wrists. Some light, some dark, and with different patterns pressed into her flesh.
It was done with some kind of rope, and probably impossible to narrow down.
“Her ankles are in the same condition.”
“And the different shades of the bruising?”
“Repeated injuries. And with different ropes from the burns. So, he kept her like this for some time. Probably the entire time she was there. I’m pretty sure of sexual assault, but I will verify that in the lab. There are also burns on her body.”
He squatted down beside her and looked over the body. There were small cylindrical burns over her flesh. Scabs had formed over some of them, while others were fresh.
Jesus.
“Looks like a cigarette lighter from a car.”
“Yes. Bastard really hurt her. This isn’t just about power. This is more about pain, and getting off on it. He should not be allowed in public.”
Her voice wavered at the end, and he knew what it cost her.
“We’ll get him, Elle.”
She nodded, but said nothing else as he stood and looked over the crowd. It was early, but there was always some kind of hum in the early morning there—especially on a Monday. Hell, that’s probably why the sick fuck had left her there on that particular day. More coverage, with a frenzy that would last for the entire week.
He saw one of the detectives taking pictures, and he wandered over to him.
“Did you get the crowd?”
“Yeah,” he said. “But I was going to take a few more because it is really gaining attention.”
He pulled out his card and gave it to him. “Could you make sure you get those to me as soon as possible?”
“With pleasure,” he said, grim determination filling his voice.
Del paused, then the detective said, “I knew her. We went to the same school, a few years apart. A real sweetheart. Always had a smile for everyone.”
Del nodded. That was the thing about Hawaii. Everyone had about six degrees of separation, or less. Either they knew Grace, or they knew someone who knew her. Her disappearance had been the focal point of the Hawaiian news shows since she had disappeared. And now, their focus would be on a killer.
The crowd was growing by the second, and he knew it would only be minutes before the news crews showed up. As if on queue, they appeared, screaming to a halt. He saw Jin Phillips, one very irritating newswoman, jump out of the van. Damn, the woman got on his nerves. She stood by, waiting for her crew before she attacked. And it would be an attack. The woman didn’t know how to deal with news any other way.
Del looked away from her and up the canal toward Diamond Head. The scent of plumeria hit him, and he realized he was standing by a bush filled with them. It was usu
ally something he liked to smell, but now, he knew he would always associate it with Grace Singh and her last night on earth.
The sun was just starting to peek over the crater. The brilliant streaks of orange and yellow lightened the sky. Even after a year, the beauty of it still stunned him. Del didn’t think he would ever get used to the sight.
He looked back at the scene as Drew helped Elle put Grace Singh in a body bag, then lift her up onto the gurney. The buzz of the crowd was growing, and he could already hear Jin asking annoying questions.
Just another day in paradise.
HOSTILE DESIRES
BOOK TWO
BUY THE BOOK
As a cold case heats up, two former adversaries discover there is a thin line between love and hate.
Seven years ago, Dr. Elle Middleton’s world crashed and burned. She has rebuilt her life and found comfort in her work as the medical examiner for TFH. When a new case leads to a cold case, she is beyond excited for the challenge, until she finds out the one man she wants to avoid is her partner on the case.
Graeme McGregor isn’t any happier with the assignment. The doctor gets under his skin in more ways than one. He’s avoided her and his attraction by keeping his distance from her, but working with her has made it impossible to resist taking a little taste.
One kiss leads to another…then to a full blown affair. But even as they draw closer to each other, secrets from that long ago murder rise to the surface. The killer’s determination to stay free leads to a dangerous confrontation that puts both of their lives in peril and could leave TFH in shambles.
Elle Middleton jackknifed in her bed, her heart beating against her chest, as she gulped in huge breaths of air. She could smell the dank basement where she had been trapped, the body odor of the bastard who had kept her there. Sweat dribbled between her breasts. She looked around her bedroom, and realized she was in her house in Hawaii. Safe.
It was dark in the room, so she knew it was well before she needed to be up. Going back to sleep was out of the question though. She had learned a long time ago, there would be nothing but nightmares for the rest of the night.
Scrubbing her face, Elle wished she could do the same thing with her memories. Even now, her pulse was elevated, her breathing erratic. The metallic taste in her mouth was from memory. She drew in a deep breath and released it slowly. There was no use laying in bed, so she slipped out of her bed. Raising her hands over her head, she stretched, trying to work out the kinks in her back.
She didn’t seem to be getting any better. She had been having these dreams for the last few months. Since they had found Jin.
Elle had known it would be a problem. When she had insisted on going, no matter if they had found Jin alive or not, the situation was bound to bring back the memories. The attack had happened almost a decade earlier, halfway around the world, but it didn’t matter. The last six months had been hard on her. Each night she fought her insomnia; because she knew there was a chance she’d end up in a nightmare. Still, she didn’t regret it, and she would do it again given the chance. She wished she’d had a previous survivor present when she’d been found.
After a quick trip to the bathroom, she grabbed her mobile and headed to the kitchen. She had help if she needed it. People she could call, and meds that she knew would dull the memories…at least for today. But, she had a job to do, and if she kept putting one foot in front of the other, she would be able to make it through the day. Maybe.
Yawning, she made her way through her tiny kitchen to the coffee machine. Before moving to Hawaii, she had always preferred a cup of tea in the morning. Less than two years, and she was an addict of the smooth Kona coffee that was served everywhere—even at McDonald’s. With a flip of the switch, she started brewing her drug of choice. She yawned again just as her mobile went off. Without looking, she knew from the ringtone it was work.
“Dr. Middleton.”
“Hey, Elle, it’s Dennis,” he said, his voice quivering a little.
Dennis Chin was a no nonsense ME for the HPD Medical Examiner’s office, with nerves as strong as steel. It was completely out of character for the senior supervisor. Her worries about the nightmares immediately dissolved, and her mind focused on the job at hand.
“Morning, Dennis. Is there something wrong?”
“Well, not really, but I was wondering if you could handle a case for me? I’m at the hospital with my wife, and she’s in labor. Mike is down with the flu.”
She smiled. “No worries, Dennis.”
He sighed, the worry and fatigue easy to hear in his voice. “I’m sorry if I woke you up.”
“First of all, it is part of the job, and it doesn’t really matter. I was up. Please don’t be sorry. I got your back, as you like to say.”
“Great. At least it is up in your neck of the woods. The Wiki Mart right by Schofield. There was a burglary.”
“Oh, damn, and I stop in there all the time.” She sighed. One thing about living and working on Oahu, there was a high chance she would come in contact with people in real life who ended up on her table. When she had worked in London, there was an anonymity to it that shielded her. There was always a slim chance an acquaintance would be part of an investigation, but the odds of that happening on the small island of Oahu were much higher.
She pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the current job—calming the expectant father. “Don’t worry about it. I have this, Dennis. Good luck, Daddy.”
There was a moment of silence, then he laughed. “Thanks.”
She clicked off the mobile just as her coffee finished brewing. She had wanted to watch the sun rise over the Pacific. It was something that soothed her after a night like she’d had. It was one of the reasons she had bought the seriously tiny house just a block away from the beach. When the nightmares had started again, Elle had developed the habit of watching the sun rise every day. It soothed the terrors that had crept back into her conscious the last few months.
But that was not happening today. She had a dead body to process. Fate had always been a bitch to her.
With cup in hand, she headed to her bedroom. She could make it there in under thirty minutes this time of day, and still be able to get into the office just in time to miss rush hour.
It took her less than twenty-five minutes to get to the Wiki Mart. It was still early—even by military standards—so she hadn’t hit any traffic on her way to the scene. Two HPD cars were still sitting out in front of the store. Thanks to the time of day, there wasn’t a crowd. She would really hate for the neighborhood to see this. If she worked fast, they could get him out of there before many of them did.
After grabbing her bag, she slipped out of her car. She set the bag on her car, retrieved a pair of gloves, then grabbed it up again and headed to the door of the store.
When she stepped in, her mind went back to the first day she had walked in, and the smile that Joe Alana had offered—always offered, in fact. With a sigh, she pushed those thoughts away and concentrated on the job in front of her.
“Hey, Elle,” Rome Carino said. Tall, lanky, but still solid, the HPD detective worked hand-in-hand with Task Force Hawaii as their liaison with the department. Even at this time in the morning, he was dressed in a suit; although, he’d finally stopped wearing ties all of the time.
“Howzit, Rome?”
“Could be better. Hate when stuff like this happens.”
She nodded. “I called and was told they sent a bus to pick up the body.”
“Good deal.”
Drawing in a deep breath, she pushed everything out of her mind, and set about her task. Joe was laying behind counter. She squatted beside the body. It was easy to see what killed him, one gunshot wound to the chest.
She retrieved her tools and got to work. After checking the liver temperature, she figured that he had been dead for at least six hours.
“So, I take it was the gunshot wound?” Rome asked from behind her.
She nodded. “Although
, official COD will not be determined until I do the autopsy. Has anyone found a bullet?”
“No one was allowed to touch the victim until you showed.”
She smiled. “You are a good guy, Rome. Want to help me roll him?”
Rome stepped over the body, then they rolled him.
“No bullet.”
“I’ll find it during the autopsy, and have Charity test it. Maybe we’ll get lucky.”
Rome nodded, as they laid the body back down. “Thanks. I take it the victim is going back to your lab?”
She looked up at him. “Yes, if you are okay with that?”
“No problem, sistah.”
She smiled and stood to face him. “I’m going to go in and prep for the postmortem.”
“And I have video to look at. I know that Joe had a good system for such a small place.”
“Good, because this guy needs to be caught. No one, and I mean not even the Yakuza, messed with Joe. This was a safety zone no matter what. Whoever did this, did it without thought.”
“Yeah, we’re thinking it was a robbery gone bad, maybe a junkie. I’m sure we’ll find prints too, but the video proof will be more helpful.”
She nodded and started out of the shop when she ran into Mike Charles, Dennis’s morgue assistant.
“Howzit, Mike?” She asked, looking up at him. She was a tall woman, but Mike was a massive man, with a little Polynesian in his blood. His usual smile had been replaced by a grim expression.
“Early morning.”
“Any word on the baby?”
He shook his head, as a small smile curled his lips. “Not yet. Doc is kind of a mess.”
She nodded. “Make sure you get it to my lab.”
“Doc told me. See you in a few.”
She watched him go to the back of his vehicle, then shook herself back awake. More coffee was definitely in order if she was going to make it through the day.
Constant Craving (Task Force Hawaii #3) Page 23