Seal It With A Kiss (McClellan Trilogy) by Judy Hagemann Page B

her checked out and do a rape kit on her.”
    “Do you mind if I come to the ER and wait for you. I have a few more questions for you.” Holly asked.
    “Yes, thank you.”
    “Is there anyone I can call for you in the mean time?”
    “No, I am from out of town—I don’t have any family here.”
    Holly walked over to Brock as Lisa was loaded into the ambulance. “Well we now have a third connection to O’Donnell’s.”
    “Did Lisa tell you we just met tonight?”
    “Yes, she did.”
    “So you know that there is nothing going on with she and I?”
    “That isn’t important right now Detective McClellan.”
    Brock was stunned that Holly had gone back to being formal with him—back to being the ice queen like when they first met. “Were you able to get anything solid?” He asked in a forced tone.
    “I am going to head to the hospital and see if I can’t finish the interview there. I think you should stay here and see if he left us a clue.”
    “Fine.” He said in a clipped tone as he walked back into the apartment. After spending two hours with the CSI team and coming up empty, Brock headed into the precinct as he didn’t feel like going back home. At 4:00am he decided to get an hour or two of sleep and lie down on the couch in his office.
    Holly spent the night in the hospital waiting to speak with Lisa and then consoling her for the remainder of the morning. She arrived at the precinct at 8:00am to find Brock asleep on the couch. She couldn’t help but stare at him. He had a hand tucked under his head and the bicep still bulged. Her eyes continued down his body to notice his rock hard abs and muscular thighs. She was too busy staring to notice that he was now awake and staring at her. “Admiring the view?” He said with a grin on his face.
    Startled, Holly stammered “I’m a—I ah—I just got here—I didn’t mean to wake you.”
    “That’s okay—I need to start going back over these files. I pulled the whiteboard in from the situation room so that we can start to chart out where the victims lived, how close they live to O’Donnell’s since that is the key component, and see if there are any other similarities. I am going to grab a cup of coffee—would you like some?”
    “Sure, that would be great.”
    “How do you like it?”
    “Pardon me?”
    Laughing, “The coffee—how would you like it? What did you think I meant?”
    “Nothing—sorry, I’m sleep deprived and my mind isn’t as sharp as I need it to be. Black by the way—I like my coffee black.”
    Brock was back minutes later with two large cups of black coffee and set one down in front of Holly. “Thanks—I really needed this.”
    “So were you able to get any additional information out of the latest vic?”
    “Not a whole lot other than she is pretty observant and not only picked us out as someone new to the bar, but she also knows most of the regulars. She said she gave you her number. Is that true?”
    “Yeah, she did.” He replied.
    “Is that normal?”
    “Is what normal?”
    “Women throwing their numbers at you in bars.” She added.
    “She didn’t throw it at me—she wrote it on the palm of my hand.”
    “What? Are you kidding me?”
    “No, see?” He said holding up his palm. “I couldn’t even get it all washed off!”
    “You had an opportunity and a good vantage point to see everything going on at the bar, so did you notice anyone in particular who may be the perp?”
    “No one appeared suspicious to me. What about the swarm of people around you?”
    “No, nothing, which means we aren’t any closer than before. Do you have any other suggestions?”
    “I just think we need to interview all the vics and see if O’Donnell’s is the common thread for each and every one of the rapes. Let’s start hitting the phones.”
    At the end of the day they had reached all but two of the vics. Their common thread of O’Donnell’s was cut to pieces. The first two vics had never set foot in O’Donnell’s, and