Lizbeth. "Must you
provoke him? This is hard enough on us all without you making things
worse."
Scooping RaeLynn from Lizbeth's suddenly limp arms, Diandra
carried the baby upstairs and put her to bed. Lizbeth sat in the parlor waiting
for her to return. Her last thought before curling up on the loveseat and
falling asleep was that Dia never came back down that night.
Chapter
Ten
When the alarm on Lizbeth's watch woke her the next morning
she went upstairs to find Dia and Rae already gone for the day. Fear coated her
throat and she gagged. Where had they gone and when had they left? She knew
Dia's vamp powers made it possible for her to move nearly undetected with
barely a leaf trembling in her wake. Hell, she could even have left through a
window and Lizbeth never would have known.
She trudged upstairs slowly and removed the pantsuit she'd
worn to work yesterday. She heated up the water to the right temperature for
her shower and threw the suit in the hamper to be washed with a grimace of
disgust. She hated wearing clothes to bed, especially when they were clothes
she'd worn to work. It may be silly and superstitious but she felt like if she
wore her work clothes around the house after her shift was over she was keeping
her work day with her like an odor or an aura. Shedding her work clothes when
she got home was more about her mental comfort than the physical. The fact that
she'd slept in them just proved how upset she'd been last night.
Forgoing breakfast, Lizbeth simply filled her travel mug
with coffee and left for work earlier than usual. When she pulled into the
precinct's parking lot she was surprised to see Alexar standing there.
Quickening her pace a bit she hurried over to his side. "Alexar, what are
you doing out here?"
He ran a hand through his thick hair and looked frazzled.
"We have a murder case to investigate. This day started too damned
early."
Saying nothing, Lizbeth turned towards her car and opened
the passenger door for Alexar. As he climbed in she walked around the car again
and got into the driver's seat. Turning the ignition over, she looked at her
boss expectantly. "This is no mere case, is it?" she asked quietly.
"No, it's definitely not." In his sudden silence
she studied him. His face looked haggard and drawn as though he hadn't slept
much the night before. He suddenly looked his age and that worried her above
all else. "No, it's not typical. It's another heroin murder but this
victim was a cop out of your old precinct."
Lizbeth's eyes left the road and locked onto his, startled. "Who?" She could already feel the "blue
grief" of the loss of a fellow officer.
"A Sergeant Jason Robbins," Alexar replied as her
breath left her in a loud whoosh of surprise. "I take it you knew him
then."
Lizbeth grimaced. "You could say that." At Alexar's
pointed look she flicked a glance his direction. "He asked me out when I
got out of the academy. When he found out I was a lesbian he stopped asking but
the harassment started." She noticed Alexar looked a bit uncomfortable.
They never discussed her relationship with Diandra. He knew and was happy for
them but they carefully avoided any intimate conversations about it.
"What kind of harassment? There's nothing noted in his
file about this."
Lizbeth shook her head and kept driving to the alley he'd
directed her to. "There wouldn't be. It was a boy's club in that precinct.
I never reported it or I never could have continued working with them. I had no
proof, only supposition. Nothing major- some hate notes in my locker, slashed
tires on the car, that kind of deal." Lizbeth shrugged but Alexar pressed
the issue.
"What else? I know you- there's more."
"I had an … altercation with
him yesterday." She filled him in and Alexar was silent while he took it
all in. An uncomfortable silence filled the car until they pulled up to the
crime scene. She reached for the door handle intending to climb out when Alexar
grabbed her arm.
"This scene is ugly- it's not just
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