LITMIR.BIZ

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her hand and pulling her farther into the mossy woods.

      Ellie glanced back over her shoulder. She guessed they were about two hundred yards from the building, but she could easily make out the flashes of red and blue lights from the police vehicles. Apparently they had swarmed to the building like ants to a picnic.

      “There’s too many of them,” she said.

      “Too many what?”

      “Officers,” she said as she quickened her pace so that she was at his side.

      “The more the merrier,” Jake responded glibly. “Isn’t that what they say?”

      “Not if they want to preserve the integrity of the evidence.”

      This time it was Jake who stopped suddenly. He looked down at her as the sleet continued to bounce off his Stetson. Some of the tiny ice pellets ricocheted and struck Ellie.

      “What do you know about evidence? Don’t tell me you’re a cop?” The last question came out as something of a groan.

      “I’m not an officer.”

      “But?”

      “I’m not,” she told him emphatically before she lowered her eyes.

      He caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger, applying just enough pressure to force her to meet his gaze.

      “Then what are you?”

      “A tourist?” she suggested. If he was a killer, the last thing she wanted to do was give him a reason to kill her, too. “I’m a scientist.”

      His head fell to one side and he regarded her suspiciously for a long second. A definite frown curved the corners of his mouth downward. “You don’t look like a scientist.”

      “I left my lab coat at home,” she said. He didn’t look like a killer, either, but then again, neither did Ted Bundy. “I’m freezing,” she told him. “Can we keep going, please?”

      Something flashed in those eyes, something so fleeting that Ellie didn’t have the chance to put a name to it. She relaxed a little when he marched on. He probably couldn’t murder her and walk at the same time. Especially not on this icy ground.

      Ellie slipped several times, each time clutching Jake’s arm to keep from falling. He seemed to sense whenever she was about to lose her footing, and his reactions were quick and efficient.

      They emerged from the woods several blocks north of the apartment building. As soon as they stepped onto the sidewalk, Jake surprised her by draping his arm across her shoulder. His pace slowed as her panic rose.

      “Why are we going this way?” she asked. Her eyes fixed on the distant sight of emergency vehicles and police cars blocking the road ahead.

      “My car is this way.”

      “How will we get past all the cops?” Ellie persisted, trying in vain to shrug off his arm.

      “Cooperate, Ellie,” he said, squeezing her shoulder to punctuate the remark. “We’re simply going to wander over to my car. If the cops stop us, I’ll do the talking.”

      “Going to confess?” she mumbled under her breath.

      The deep, throaty sound of his laughter did strange things to her stomach. Here she was antagonizing a potential killer and all she could do was sit back while her hormones obliterated her common sense.

      “Not me,” he said. “How about you? You can always stop and let them know you were alone with Josh when he met his untimely demise.”

      “Obviously I wasn’t alone with him,” Ellie snapped. “I didn’t kill him, so someone else had to be in the apartment.”

      “And they simply evaporated after the dirty deed?”

      Ellie pursed her lips and concentrated. Nothing came to mind. Nothing except the obvious. “You were in the apartment.”

      “Half in,” he corrected. “I was just entering when you came down the hall.”

      “Then the killer must have used the front door, since you had the window all tied up.”

      She saw him shake his head. “I was watching the front door.”

      Ellie stopped walking and gaped up at him. “How long were you there?”

      “Same as you and the bartender. I followed you from The Rose Tattoo.”

      She tried not to let the sudden infusion of fear show on her face. “Why did you follow me?”

      “Actually, I was following the penny.”

      Ellie blinked.

      “The 1955 Ben Franklin,” he prompted. “The bartender had to have it. No one else was anywhere near me when I was in the restaurant.”

      She was barely aware of the sound of approaching footsteps as she tried furiously to sort through the bits and pieces fragmented in her mind. There was the fight. There was Jake’s obvious fixation with the stupid penny. There was the fact that he had followed them. There was the fact that she had seen no one else. There was—

      “I’m Officer Sonnenmark,” a young, thin blond man in uniform said.

      Ellie, startled by the sudden appearance of the policeman, instinctively pressed herself against Jake. She swallowed hard, trying, on the one hand, to keep from blurting out her suspicions. On the other hand, she was trying not to react to the solid, warm outline of his body where it touched her own. Shock, she decided. She had to be in shock; it was the only explanation for her juvenile and erratic, not to mention illegal, behavior for the past several minutes.

      “Unusual weather,” Jake drawled, tipping his hat like the perfect Texas gentleman. “Something happen?” he continued with an innocent tone that could have earned him an Academy Award.

      Officer Sonnenmark nodded, his boyish face completely devoid of emotion. “Y’all live around here?” Thankfully, the question was delivered to Jake.

      “Nope,” Jake drawled. “We wanted to get a little inland, you know. Take a walk in the snow without having to fight the breeze off the harbor. It sure was pretty, but I’m afraid my blood just isn’t thick enough to stand the cold.”

      Sonnenmark nodded and smiled down at Ellie. “Your husband may be romantic, but you look about frozen to death.”

      “You’d think he was trying to kill me,” Ellie said through a fake smile. “I’m soaked through to the skin. I’ve been telling him for the past hour that I’ve had enough of this wilderness hike.”

      “Now, dear,” Jake began as his gloved fingertips bit into the flesh of her upper arm. “You know I would never do anything to hurt you. I just thought a little walk would be invigorating. And a nice break from the kids.”

      “Y’all got kids?” Sonnenmark asked.

      “Six,” Jake replied without missing a beat. “All boys.”

      “Hell,” the officer said, giving Jake an admiration-filled punch on the arm. “Since you got six kids at home, I guess any excuse to get out of the house works.”

      “Any excuse,” Ellie repeated as she glared up at Jake’s relaxed jawline.

      “What kind of trouble did you have?”

      The officer bent forward, lowering his voice to an almost conspiratorial tone. “Murder. Guy in that apartment building there. Richardson was his name. You folks didn’t happen to see—”

      “Naw,” Jake drawled. “We didn’t see anything. Didn’t even hear a gunshot.”

      The officer leaned even closer. “No gunshot to hear. The poor guy was strangled with his own damned Christmas decorations.” Then, as if suddenly remembering Ellie was present, his face colored slightly. “Sorry, ma’am. Excuse my

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