No One Left to Tell by Jordan Dane Read Free Book Online

option, Christian." She hated seeing his pain revisited. Every muscle in his body tensed with her cry for help. "I don't trust anyone else. Please."
    "Damn it, Fiona!" He crossed his arms over his bare chest, his face tight with a grimace. After a long moment, he dropped his head and eased the tension in his muscles. "Damn it," he whispered. "What do you need me to do?"
    Raven spotted another security camera following her every move in the observation room. The whole estate was overrun with red blinking eyes of the high-tech variety. Nudging her head in the direction of the surveillance equipment, she informed her partner.
    "Looks like Big Brother is watching. They probably got cameras in the john. What do you think?"
    "God, I hope not. I gotta use the facilities before we leave. If they got cameras in there, then my big secret will be out. Every woman in the greater Chicago area will be lookin' for some lovin' from Don Juan Rodriguez." He smirked, raising an eyebrow.
    "Probably more like Speedy Gonzales. And it's amazing your ego fits in this room." She rolled her eyes, then turned to watch the drama unfolding in the war room. From this distance, she couldn't tell much about his looks, not having a clear view of his face. But it would appear Java boy didn't like his new assignment, gauging by his anger. This was just fine by her. She didn't need a new partner. "Would love to be a fly on the wall down there."
    "With your luck, you'd get swatted once the lights went out. The guy's deadly in the dark."
    "Story of my life, partner." She shrugged.
    Before Tony asked what she meant by that, her cell phone rang. Saved by the bell. She answered the call, "Mackenzie."
    "Detective Mackenzie?" a soft voice called her name amidst the static of a bad connection.
    "Father Antonio? Is that you?" Knitting her brow, she pressed a finger to her other ear. "I can barely hear you."
    "Yes, it's me. You said to call if I remembered anything." The priest raised his voice.
    Raven paced the floor trying to get better reception, but nothing helped. "Yeah, I did. Do you have something to add?"
    Leaning against the viewing window, she plugged her ear tighter. From the corner of her eye, she caught movement down below. Mrs. Dunhill and Christian Delacorte were headed upstairs, with Mr. Security slipping a T-shirt over his head. With her so close to the glass, she was pleased she couldn't be seen from their side of the two-way mirror. But soon, her privacy would be gone.
    "There was a man in the cemetery last night."
    "You saw someone?" Hunching her shoulders, she tried to find a spot that gave her the least amount of static. Had she heard the priest right? Tony stepped closer, nearer the viewing window.
    "Yes, well, sort of. But he didn't come to the chapel that night. He broke the pattern."
    "What are you saying, Father?"
    "I'm sorry, I'm not making any sense. Let me start over. I saw a man in the cemetery last night, just before I went to the chapel. Probably why I was late."
    "Did you recognize the man, Father Antonio?" She heard hope in her voice. But the sound of footsteps on the stairs, outside the room, made her heart beat faster. "What did you see?"
    "I didn't really see his face clearly, but I know who he is from researching his family's gravesite. I've got newspaper clippings, articles from when they died. I know who he is."
    A shadow fell over her shoulder, eclipsing the light from the war room chamber. Slowly, she turned, coming face-to-face with—
    Christian Delacorte stood on the stair landing outside the observation deck. His eyes lined directly with hers, as if he knew exactly where she stood on the other side of the two-way mirror. With only thin glass between them, his stare stole her breath like a thief.
    Most women would find him strikingly handsome with his dark green eyes, strong jawline, and full lips. Raw sensuality. His physical size surprised her. Up close, his broad chest, muscular arms, and narrow hips dominated her. With his