ran
toward the garage. Toward Harte.
BD sat some weights on the rack they’d just
finished putting back together as Maggie stepped into the garage
with fire in her eyes and a limping step. Her perfectly pleated,
tan slacks were torn and bloody around the knee, her arms were
scratched up and her hair had fallen out her braid.
Instantly he moved toward
her. “What happened?”
“Jared, inside with
Grace.” The line of her jaw hardened beneath the stress of sounding
calm for her son.
“But, Mom—”
“Now.” The command
stretched between clenched teeth and glared at BD.
“Jare.” He laid his hand
on the boy’s shoulder. Rage radiated around Maggie, but she somehow
retained a cool façade of control. His gut clenched, but he
maintained a level voice for Jared. “We won’t finish without
you.”
Maggie closed the door
behind her son and glared. “Answers. Now.”
Craig mumbled something about the truck and
vanished.
She knew something, but BD
wasn’t saying anything without more information. “Excuse
me.”
“There is no excuse for
you.” She grabbed a twenty-pound weight and plopped it on the rack
with a clang like it weighed nothing. “I want answers about Adalia
Wood.”
Shit. What did she know? “She went to prison a year
ago.”
Maggie picked up another weight and sat it on
the rack. He resisted the urge to step back from her.
“What is she doing in my
home?”
The gun nestled at his back
grew heavy. She couldn’t know Adalia had targeted her, that Mike’s
murderer was out, which complicated the need to keep his
investigation secret. It was a complication they didn't need. “How
can you be sure it was Adalia?”
“I remember the face of
the woman responsible for my husband’s death. Why, the day you move
in, does she come into my home? Is she behind the murder in the
park? The raccoon? The iPod? Is she why you’re really
here?”
“Craig!” His blood
chilled. She was too close to putting it all together, but worse
was Adalia's willingness to make her taunts so blatant. “I need
details, Maggie.”
“Adalia Wood, who crashed
into my husband’s car after killing several people, just walked out
my front door and drove away.”
“Craig!” He yelled again
and edged Maggie toward the kitchen door. “What kind of
car?”
“Late-model, four-door
Honda Accord. Dark blue.” She crossed her arms and recapped what
had happened. “She’s gone.”
Craig came into the garage
with the hedge clippers in hand. “Yeah?”
“Adalia was here.” Knowing
his partner would catch up to them after calling for a patrol of
the area, he relayed the necessary intel Craig needed to issue an
all points bulletin.
Craig headed into the kitchen with his phone
already to his ear. He would run interference with Grace and Jared
to minimize the disturbance of any evidence. BD moved to the wall
with the garage door button to lower the door. Adalia may still be
in the area, and he wasn’t about to make it easy for her to get in
a second time.
“When did she get out of
prison? Why is she in my house?” Maggie lowered her voice as they stepped
in the kitchen. Her jaw muscles ticked. “What is going on? What
have you brought to my home?”
He hadn’t brought Adalia
here. Adalia brought him. “Come with me.”
Grabbing Maggie’s elbow, he escorted her into
the living room. She’d asked him to make her feel safe. He wasn’t
off to a great start, but neither had he thought Adalia would walk
in the front door of a crowded house. He wouldn’t underestimate her
again.
“What’s going on?” Grace
asked.
Ignoring her, he met
Maggie’s gaze. “Stay here. Open the door for no one.”
He turned to go to the
office. She was on his heels. “Harte.”
Lowering his voice to keep
Jared and Grace from hearing, he shook his head. “You wanted me
here. Stay out of my way.”
She swiped her tongue over her teeth in a
slight sucking sound and turned back toward the living room. He’d
witnessed
toward the garage. Toward Harte.
BD sat some weights on the rack they’d just
finished putting back together as Maggie stepped into the garage
with fire in her eyes and a limping step. Her perfectly pleated,
tan slacks were torn and bloody around the knee, her arms were
scratched up and her hair had fallen out her braid.
Instantly he moved toward
her. “What happened?”
“Jared, inside with
Grace.” The line of her jaw hardened beneath the stress of sounding
calm for her son.
“But, Mom—”
“Now.” The command
stretched between clenched teeth and glared at BD.
“Jare.” He laid his hand
on the boy’s shoulder. Rage radiated around Maggie, but she somehow
retained a cool façade of control. His gut clenched, but he
maintained a level voice for Jared. “We won’t finish without
you.”
Maggie closed the door
behind her son and glared. “Answers. Now.”
Craig mumbled something about the truck and
vanished.
She knew something, but BD
wasn’t saying anything without more information. “Excuse
me.”
“There is no excuse for
you.” She grabbed a twenty-pound weight and plopped it on the rack
with a clang like it weighed nothing. “I want answers about Adalia
Wood.”
Shit. What did she know? “She went to prison a year
ago.”
Maggie picked up another weight and sat it on
the rack. He resisted the urge to step back from her.
“What is she doing in my
home?”
The gun nestled at his back
grew heavy. She couldn’t know Adalia had targeted her, that Mike’s
murderer was out, which complicated the need to keep his
investigation secret. It was a complication they didn't need. “How
can you be sure it was Adalia?”
“I remember the face of
the woman responsible for my husband’s death. Why, the day you move
in, does she come into my home? Is she behind the murder in the
park? The raccoon? The iPod? Is she why you’re really
here?”
“Craig!” His blood
chilled. She was too close to putting it all together, but worse
was Adalia's willingness to make her taunts so blatant. “I need
details, Maggie.”
“Adalia Wood, who crashed
into my husband’s car after killing several people, just walked out
my front door and drove away.”
“Craig!” He yelled again
and edged Maggie toward the kitchen door. “What kind of
car?”
“Late-model, four-door
Honda Accord. Dark blue.” She crossed her arms and recapped what
had happened. “She’s gone.”
Craig came into the garage
with the hedge clippers in hand. “Yeah?”
“Adalia was here.” Knowing
his partner would catch up to them after calling for a patrol of
the area, he relayed the necessary intel Craig needed to issue an
all points bulletin.
Craig headed into the kitchen with his phone
already to his ear. He would run interference with Grace and Jared
to minimize the disturbance of any evidence. BD moved to the wall
with the garage door button to lower the door. Adalia may still be
in the area, and he wasn’t about to make it easy for her to get in
a second time.
“When did she get out of
prison? Why is she in my house?” Maggie lowered her voice as they stepped
in the kitchen. Her jaw muscles ticked. “What is going on? What
have you brought to my home?”
He hadn’t brought Adalia
here. Adalia brought him. “Come with me.”
Grabbing Maggie’s elbow, he escorted her into
the living room. She’d asked him to make her feel safe. He wasn’t
off to a great start, but neither had he thought Adalia would walk
in the front door of a crowded house. He wouldn’t underestimate her
again.
“What’s going on?” Grace
asked.
Ignoring her, he met
Maggie’s gaze. “Stay here. Open the door for no one.”
He turned to go to the
office. She was on his heels. “Harte.”
Lowering his voice to keep
Jared and Grace from hearing, he shook his head. “You wanted me
here. Stay out of my way.”
She swiped her tongue over her teeth in a
slight sucking sound and turned back toward the living room. He’d
witnessed
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