Shelby's Secret (Once a Marine, Always a Marine Book 4) by Kori David Page A
Authors: Kori David
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it quickly and felt a leap of excitement. Daniel might have found the crime scene. Finally, something useful to do. “Listen, I have to go, but I’ll be in touch. And if this bastard contacts you again, then call me immediately.”
He waited until she nodded and then he left. It was a cowardly thing to do, running off to a crime scene when she’d opened up the way she had, but leaving was self-preservation. Shelby was the one chink in his carefully-built armored life. He couldn’t afford to again get sucked into that particular whirlpool of emotion.
But he could solve this case. And then she could take off again. Because that’s what she was good at.
Chapter 6
As he approached the warehouse, Daniel cut his lights. His police cruiser was one of the older Chevy Caprices, so it was low to the ground and heavy. All the police emblems had been removed so that it was considered “undercover.” But the searchlight mounted on the driver’s side door and more than one antenna on the roof made a mockery of the term.
He circled the block slowly. The engine purred quietly, making his approach as soundless as it could be. Nothing moved in the pre-dawn hours. Even the homeless didn’t come down here at night. Between the rats and the isolation, the location wasn’t ideal if one wanted to stay safe. There was no way the suspect was still there, but Daniel wasn’t one to rush into something.
Not after that rookie move had gotten him shot.
Thank God, he’d had his vest on at the time, but it hadn’t been one of his finer moments. And it had made him look like a fool in front of the very beautiful woman he was trying to save, not to mention her giant boyfriend. Now husband.
Pulling back around to the front of the building, he parked so he could see the doors as well as the street. Mike was on his way now, and Daniel was glad. They didn’t want patrol fucking up the crime scene if this was really the building. If it wasn’t, then they didn’t want to pull resources from the street on a hunch. It was a gut call, but he’d made it and Mike would back him up.
He sat for about twenty minutes before he saw headlights headed his way. He ducked down slightly, making himself less visible, in case the driver wasn’t Mike. But the lights cut out about the place Daniel had cut his, and the big truck pulled up and stopped about twenty feet from his spot.
He grabbed his Mag light and keys and stepped out of his vehicle.
Mike did the same, unfolding his large frame from the seat, light in hand.
Daniel knew Mike’s friends called him ‘Little’ Mike, but the guys on the department called him Tank. Not to his face, only when they talked about him. And he was. The man was made of muscle.
“What do we have?”
“A good gut feeling,” Daniel answered.
Mike looked around and then back. “You’ve checked out the perimeter?”
“I have. Nothing moving anywhere in about a block radius, and I waited approximately twenty minutes before you got here. I never heard a thing, and it’s so quiet here I’d have heard a rat fart.”
“Then let’s check out this theory of yours.”
“Jesus, I hope this is it. We need to find this vic,” Daniel said as he turned on his light. They neared the building on silent feet. Both used the light to sweep the ground in front of them, as well as the building.
“This is it,” Mike said.
They hadn’t made entry yet. “What makes you sure?”
“The smell.”
His tone was grim, and Daniel had to wonder if the man had super senses as well. Because he didn’t smell anything but dust and old diesel fumes. He inhaled as quietly as he could, but he still didn’t smell anything out of the ordinary. So he shrugged and followed his boss to the door that, up close, was slightly ajar.
Mike pulled his gun out of his holster and Daniel followed suit, taking up a position behind his boss.
And then Mike opened the door.
The hinges should have made some kind of noise, as old as they were,
He waited until she nodded and then he left. It was a cowardly thing to do, running off to a crime scene when she’d opened up the way she had, but leaving was self-preservation. Shelby was the one chink in his carefully-built armored life. He couldn’t afford to again get sucked into that particular whirlpool of emotion.
But he could solve this case. And then she could take off again. Because that’s what she was good at.
Chapter 6
As he approached the warehouse, Daniel cut his lights. His police cruiser was one of the older Chevy Caprices, so it was low to the ground and heavy. All the police emblems had been removed so that it was considered “undercover.” But the searchlight mounted on the driver’s side door and more than one antenna on the roof made a mockery of the term.
He circled the block slowly. The engine purred quietly, making his approach as soundless as it could be. Nothing moved in the pre-dawn hours. Even the homeless didn’t come down here at night. Between the rats and the isolation, the location wasn’t ideal if one wanted to stay safe. There was no way the suspect was still there, but Daniel wasn’t one to rush into something.
Not after that rookie move had gotten him shot.
Thank God, he’d had his vest on at the time, but it hadn’t been one of his finer moments. And it had made him look like a fool in front of the very beautiful woman he was trying to save, not to mention her giant boyfriend. Now husband.
Pulling back around to the front of the building, he parked so he could see the doors as well as the street. Mike was on his way now, and Daniel was glad. They didn’t want patrol fucking up the crime scene if this was really the building. If it wasn’t, then they didn’t want to pull resources from the street on a hunch. It was a gut call, but he’d made it and Mike would back him up.
He sat for about twenty minutes before he saw headlights headed his way. He ducked down slightly, making himself less visible, in case the driver wasn’t Mike. But the lights cut out about the place Daniel had cut his, and the big truck pulled up and stopped about twenty feet from his spot.
He grabbed his Mag light and keys and stepped out of his vehicle.
Mike did the same, unfolding his large frame from the seat, light in hand.
Daniel knew Mike’s friends called him ‘Little’ Mike, but the guys on the department called him Tank. Not to his face, only when they talked about him. And he was. The man was made of muscle.
“What do we have?”
“A good gut feeling,” Daniel answered.
Mike looked around and then back. “You’ve checked out the perimeter?”
“I have. Nothing moving anywhere in about a block radius, and I waited approximately twenty minutes before you got here. I never heard a thing, and it’s so quiet here I’d have heard a rat fart.”
“Then let’s check out this theory of yours.”
“Jesus, I hope this is it. We need to find this vic,” Daniel said as he turned on his light. They neared the building on silent feet. Both used the light to sweep the ground in front of them, as well as the building.
“This is it,” Mike said.
They hadn’t made entry yet. “What makes you sure?”
“The smell.”
His tone was grim, and Daniel had to wonder if the man had super senses as well. Because he didn’t smell anything but dust and old diesel fumes. He inhaled as quietly as he could, but he still didn’t smell anything out of the ordinary. So he shrugged and followed his boss to the door that, up close, was slightly ajar.
Mike pulled his gun out of his holster and Daniel followed suit, taking up a position behind his boss.
And then Mike opened the door.
The hinges should have made some kind of noise, as old as they were,
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