Bad Cop (Entangled Covet) by Angela McCallister Read Free Book Online

was with his methods, how he’d threatened an officer and then her? She didn’t want to get in the car with him, but what choice did she have? If he had trouble seeking an audience, she’d have no chance at all. At least she could appreciate the car.
    “You don’t have a driver?”
    “I do, a perk of working with Kade, but I’d rather be in control.”
    She bit back a retort and worried over the case instead. “Why would someone risk taking the victim from Capitol Hill to Fremont?”
    “My guess, it was a bigger risk to stay on the estate. Needed some place to work where he wouldn’t be interrupted.”
    “Or she .” Alice never ruled out the capacity for evil in females.
    He glanced at her. “Or she.” As his attention turned to the traffic, his face took on a dark cast. “Whatever the reason, the perp needed time.”
    “For what, though? Revenge?”
    “Maybe.” His tone was clipped. Her eyes narrowed, but he didn’t notice. Something was missing here. He was hiding information. Two could play that game. He kept talking, but she’d lost the inclination to help him out. “Have you gotten any labs back?”
    “Maybe.”
    His face jerked her way, and he cocked an eyebrow. “Are we being childish now?”
    “ We are being fair. If we must work together, we had better work quid pro quo.”
    He shifted in his seat. Nervous? More than likely, the shady bastard. “How would I know the killer’s motivation when you’re the one holding the evidence?”
    “I don’t know. How would you?”
    He scowled at her as they waited at a stoplight. “Frustrating wench.”
    A spark of humor in his eyes tempered his expression, the tiny laugh lines around his mouth deepening irresistibly. How ungodly handsome . She fought a smile, her lips twitching at the corners. “Shady McGrady.”
    “That’s McCready to you.” His answering smile wiggled the rest of the way past her ire. Why was it so damned hard to stay mad at him?
    “Don’t hide things from me, Mr. McCready.” Please, don’t hide them .
    After parking in front of the behemoth Ander called a home, he turned to her.
    “It’s Ian. Even my father never went by McCready.” He brushed a lazy path along her cheek and tucked a stray lock of hair from her face. As much as her nerve endings begged her to lean into that touch, she pulled away. “And I promise, if I knew something, I would tell you.”
    She wasn’t so sure of that, but there was no reason for her to withhold information. “There was candle wax surrounding the body and several different samples of blood we haven’t identified yet. I’m not sure we can. It’s all vampire blood, which is, as always, a complete mystery. No fibers identified.”
    “Not much to go on.”
    “No, it’s not, but it seems ritualistic, and there had to have been more than one person there. What kind of vampire ritual involves murder of a newly turned?”
    He sat back, his jaw clenching sporadically. “I don’t know.”
    Liar
    He recognized what she’d described. Before she could confront him, he swung the door open and shot out of the car. She might have slammed the car door a little, not that he noticed. Following slightly behind Ian, she glared an imaginary hole in the middle of his broad shoulders. If it took holding him under UV lights in an interrogation cell, she was going to have answers from him. Tonight.

Chapter Six
    Fucking hell. Ian was losing his damned mind. It wasn’t that Alice shared anything he hadn’t already observed from the crime scene. But fucking hell. He had reliable proof of a conscience now. It could stop gnawing his bones any time. The Infancy Killer was dead and gone. He’d made sure of it. There had to be a copycat. Or maybe the guy had disciples who were stepping into his shoes. But why wait so long to start up again? The Infancy case had closed nearly fifty years ago.
    As they passed the meticulous hedges and headed toward the entry archway, he had no time to ponder the problem.