enough. And this Katrina Richards . . . what did she know exactly? He’d have to find out a little more about her. Damn, he’d have to find out a whole helluva lot about her. There could be no loose ends in his kind of business, and Katrina Richards, if that was really her name, could be a loose end.
CHAPTER SEVEN
“That perverted bastard knows something,” Holly said. “I feel it right down to my soul. I’d like to get a subpoena and search that place.”
“On what basis? That you think William James knew Shannon McKay?” Chad asked. “I agree with you. He’s a slime-ball. I could hear it in his voice while you were in his office. But let’s face it, Holly, unless we get something further than the fact that he’s creepy, we’ve got nothing to go on.”
“Hopefully Craig will have found some dirty little secret on him by the time we get back to work in the morning,” Maureen said.
“If he doesn’t, I say we go back in there anyway and bully him a bit. Get him to ‘fess what he knows.” Holly took a drink from her margarita. The tart mixture of tequila, lime, and splash of Grand Marnier went down smooth. She checked her watch. It was a little after six. Time was running short, and she knew that she’d have to go easy on the booze. Just because she was a cop didn’t give her a license to drink and drive, and she should probably finish only three-quarters of the strong margarita.
“I’m betting that he has himself an expensive attorney on retainer who is just as sleazy as he is. So, if we want to get him yapping, our best bet is the way we went about it. If nothing turns up on him, you’re going back in, Holly. It’s the only answer,” Chad said.
Holly held up her hand, fingers crossed. “I’m hoping and praying that Craig turns up something, because the last thing I want to go and do is play Miss Trampy Tina with that scuz again.”
“Seriously,” Maureen said. “I’ll be shocked if we don’t find something on him. At least enough info to bring him in and throw some questions his way. I’m going to grab another drink. Anyone want one?” she asked.
“Not me. I’m good,” Holly said. “Besides, looks like there’s quite a group at the bar, and by the time you get back here with it, I’ll probably have to head out and pick up Chloe.”
“Okay, nice job today. There’s a friend at the bar I’d like to say hi to.” Maureen waved and sidled over to the bar, right on up to one terribly good looking man that Holly knew was Maureen’s trainer at the gym. He was Maureen’s once-in-awhile, convenient affair. That was Maureen for you, and Holly sometimes wished she could be more like that herself. But men and relationships were far from convenient for her, and she had a child to think about. Then, of course, there was Jack, and each time she thought about him it pretty much destroyed any hope for what she might be able to find with another man.
“So where’s the good doctor?” Holly asked Chad. If she was right, she could swear she saw him blush.
He looked at his watch. “She should be here any time.”
“Something is up, partner. What is it?”
“Nothing.” He took a long sip from his gin and tonic.
“I’ve got a hunch that it’s more than nothing. And my hunch tells me that nothing starts with a capital B and ends with an M.D.” She grinned at him.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Chad said.
“Sure, sure. Go ahead, play dumb. You know what I think? I think every time anyone mentions Dr. Madison, you start fidgeting, and a little color rises to your cheeks. I’ve also noticed that she’s joined our evening bar sessions in the last month, and I haven’t said anything. Come on, since when does the office shrink join a bunch of detectives for drinks after work?” Chad started to protest, but Holly cut him off. “Now, don’t get me wrong. I like the good doctor. I think she’s a real sweet gal and one helluva psychiatrist. Without her, I don’t
CHAPTER SEVEN
“That perverted bastard knows something,” Holly said. “I feel it right down to my soul. I’d like to get a subpoena and search that place.”
“On what basis? That you think William James knew Shannon McKay?” Chad asked. “I agree with you. He’s a slime-ball. I could hear it in his voice while you were in his office. But let’s face it, Holly, unless we get something further than the fact that he’s creepy, we’ve got nothing to go on.”
“Hopefully Craig will have found some dirty little secret on him by the time we get back to work in the morning,” Maureen said.
“If he doesn’t, I say we go back in there anyway and bully him a bit. Get him to ‘fess what he knows.” Holly took a drink from her margarita. The tart mixture of tequila, lime, and splash of Grand Marnier went down smooth. She checked her watch. It was a little after six. Time was running short, and she knew that she’d have to go easy on the booze. Just because she was a cop didn’t give her a license to drink and drive, and she should probably finish only three-quarters of the strong margarita.
“I’m betting that he has himself an expensive attorney on retainer who is just as sleazy as he is. So, if we want to get him yapping, our best bet is the way we went about it. If nothing turns up on him, you’re going back in, Holly. It’s the only answer,” Chad said.
Holly held up her hand, fingers crossed. “I’m hoping and praying that Craig turns up something, because the last thing I want to go and do is play Miss Trampy Tina with that scuz again.”
“Seriously,” Maureen said. “I’ll be shocked if we don’t find something on him. At least enough info to bring him in and throw some questions his way. I’m going to grab another drink. Anyone want one?” she asked.
“Not me. I’m good,” Holly said. “Besides, looks like there’s quite a group at the bar, and by the time you get back here with it, I’ll probably have to head out and pick up Chloe.”
“Okay, nice job today. There’s a friend at the bar I’d like to say hi to.” Maureen waved and sidled over to the bar, right on up to one terribly good looking man that Holly knew was Maureen’s trainer at the gym. He was Maureen’s once-in-awhile, convenient affair. That was Maureen for you, and Holly sometimes wished she could be more like that herself. But men and relationships were far from convenient for her, and she had a child to think about. Then, of course, there was Jack, and each time she thought about him it pretty much destroyed any hope for what she might be able to find with another man.
“So where’s the good doctor?” Holly asked Chad. If she was right, she could swear she saw him blush.
He looked at his watch. “She should be here any time.”
“Something is up, partner. What is it?”
“Nothing.” He took a long sip from his gin and tonic.
“I’ve got a hunch that it’s more than nothing. And my hunch tells me that nothing starts with a capital B and ends with an M.D.” She grinned at him.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Chad said.
“Sure, sure. Go ahead, play dumb. You know what I think? I think every time anyone mentions Dr. Madison, you start fidgeting, and a little color rises to your cheeks. I’ve also noticed that she’s joined our evening bar sessions in the last month, and I haven’t said anything. Come on, since when does the office shrink join a bunch of detectives for drinks after work?” Chad started to protest, but Holly cut him off. “Now, don’t get me wrong. I like the good doctor. I think she’s a real sweet gal and one helluva psychiatrist. Without her, I don’t
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