LITMIR.BIZ

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tell me I should report him. I’m not going to and that’s all there is to it. Now, are you going to cover for me or not?”

      “But I can’t be a witness when I wasn’t even there.”

      “All you have to do is describe what I saw. No one will know it wasn’t you in the alley. Please, Nicki. I’m so scared. I don’t want that man’s murderer to walk free just because I’m afraid.”

      “Then come back and—”

      “Nicki!”

      Nicki realized her options were down to two. She could refuse, but then she’d have to explain the phone call. And that might put Ilona in harm’s way if her boyfriend found out. Only, to agree to this preposterous plan…Nicki envisioned the figure running across the street and hesitated. Maybe she had seen the killer after all.

      “Tell me exactly what you saw.”

      Nicki listened closely this time. The general description could fit a dozen men right here in Fools Point. The dark jeans, T-shirt and wavy black hair also fit the man Nicki had seen standing across the street. The man who had looked so hauntingly familiar.

      But it couldn’t be Alex. He’d been in town for months now and he hadn’t once come to see her. She shelved the tiny seed of hurt. Rumor had it that he’d taken up with Vic Unsdorf and some other unsavory friends. The men were nothing but trouble. In fact, Alex had already been questioned in several incidents lately. Her stomach clenched.

      “Give me that description again,” she demanded.

      Jeans, dark shirt, dark wavy hair, six feet, muscular.

      Alex.

      “Ilona, I can’t!”

      She heard Ilona sigh. “Then you can’t. Take care of yourself, Nicki.”

      “Wait! What about you? Where are you going to go?”

      “Don’t worry. I’ll find another place to stay.”

      Nicki gripped the portable phone more tightly. “Are you absolutely sure about what you saw?”

      “I was standing right there!”

      She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t.

      “I’ve got to go before he finds me. Thanks for everything, Nicki.”

      “Wait!”

      Ilona hung up before Nicki’s common sense could offer more of a protest. She shut her eyes trying desperately to think. An authoritative pounding sounded on her back door. Nicki quivered in reaction. Time was up. She had a choice—betray her old friend or her first lover.

      Taking a deep breath, Nicki slowly stood and went to admit the police.

      “ON YOUR FEET, Coughlin.”

      Alex stared at Sergeant Thad Osher’s boyishly round face and thought about how good it would feel to plant his fist in that smugly satisfied expression. Keys jingled in the lock. The cell door parted. Alex came off the cot in one unhurried motion. The fast movement was enough to make Osher take a quick step back. His hand automatically went to the weapon at his side.

      “Planning to shoot me, Thaddie?”

      Red-faced, Osher glared at him. “Just give me a reason. Turn around.”

      “Restraints?” He tried not to let the other man see how angry he was. “You really are afraid of me, aren’t you? My lawyer’s going to have a field day with this one. I don’t imagine Chief Hepplewhite’s going to be any too pleased either. He cares about things like a prisoner’s rights.”

      “Shut up.”

      Osher clamped the handcuffs around his wrists tight enough to pinch. Alex didn’t make a sound, not even when he was given a shove forward that caused him to crash against the far wall.

      Down the hall, a cluster of men waited outside a room. Alex recognized Jake Collins right away. Collins had recently converted the old Perry place into a local bar and restaurant. There were a lot of wild rumors circulating about the newcomer and where he’d earned the money to pull off such a feat. But Alex knew that was mostly because Collins tended to keep to himself.

      Alex’s gaze shifted. Another man was Officer Derek Jackstone, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. He almost hadn’t recognized the man. Jackstone would do well if he ever tried undercover work. Put him in different clothing and he tended to blend in.

      One of the other two men also looked vaguely familiar, but Alex couldn’t place him or the fourth man immediately.

      The room they waited outside of served as the interrogation room. Alex had graced the insides before. He didn’t have to wonder why they were all being herded in there now.

      “I’m going to take these cuffs off in a minute for the lineup, Coughlin, but just remember, one false move—”

      “What lineup?”

      “Shut up.”

      Osher gave him another shove. All four men looked up. Jackstone took a quick step in their direction. He was a good cop. “Problem, Thad?”

      “No problem. Right, Coughlin?”

      Alex met Jackstone’s eyes. “Osher arrested me, but he won’t tell me the specific charge. He also won’t let me call my lawyer.”

      Derek’s frown deepened. Osher scowled. “Plenty of time for that after the lineup.”

      Alex spun around fast enough to make Osher back up again. “What lineup? I want to know why I’m being held.”

      “You read him his rights, Thad?”

      “Of course I did.”

      “Osher’s never heard of illegal harassment,” Alex told Jackstone. “I think my lawyer is going to have to instruct him.”

      “Take the cuffs off, Thad,” Derek said. “Mr. Coughlin isn’t going to cause us any trouble. Isn’t that right?”

      “Not at all,” Alex told him pleasantly. “I plan to cause Osher here a great deal of trouble, but all of it will be legal, I promise.”

      When Osher would have shoved him again, Jackstone quickly stepped between them.

      “Back off, Derek,” Osher demanded.

      “You’re letting him bait you, Thad. Let him go.”

      “No way. I’m personally going to see this smart-mouthed punk is put away until he’s too old to hold a fork.”

      Alex stared hard at Osher’s ruddy complexion. “Even if it means you have to manufacture evidence?”

      Osher shoved Jackstone aside. He gripped Alex’s shirt-front. Coffee foully laced his breath. “I don’t have to manufacture anything, Coughlin. We’ve got an eyewitness to that shooting last night. That should put you away for a very long time.”

      “That’s enough, Thad,” Jackstone said quickly. “Let him go and get those cuffs off him. We’ve got an audience, in case you forgot. The chief isn’t going to like this.”

      Osher muttered a vicious oath, but he released the cuffs. Alex rubbed his chafed wrists openly, while trying to think back to the events of the night before. Eyewitnesses were notoriously unreliable, but what if this one did pick him out?

      “Come on, Coughlin,” Jackstone said quietly. “Let’s get this over with.” He opened the door to the interrogation room.

      “This is your idea of an official lineup?”

      “We aren’t equipped with all the bells and whistles, but this will do,” the young officer replied.

      “My lawyer’s going to be rubbing his hands with glee.”

      Osher cursed again, but allowed Jackstone

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