Blue Blooded by Shelly Bell Read Free Book Online

they had nothing to fear, were the two men who had gunned down Rinaldi in cold blood.
    The hallway seemed to shrink and close in around her. She couldn’t breathe, her lungs paralyzed from the shock of seeing the murderers here at the station. Why weren’t they wearing handcuffs?
    A lead weight lodged in her stomach, the nape of her neck prickling with intuition. No mobster would willingly walk into a police station and pal around with the cops. “Who do you think they are?”
    The men turned toward Officer Hanover, flashing their badges and credentials.
    The smaller man shook Hanover’s hand, his nasally voice loud enough for her to hear. “Agent Seymour Fink from the county’s FBI resident agency.” He motioned to the larger man standing beside him. “And this is my partner, Agent Richard Evans.”
    Logan grew rigid. “Shit, they’re FBI. I don’t know what’s going on, but if they killed Rinaldi, they’re obviously dirty.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hall toward the back of the station. “We need to get out of here.”
    For once, she didn’t argue, allowing him to lead her down another hall while fleeing as quickly as she could in three-inch heels. “How? We’re literally surrounded by cops.”
    He tightened his grip on her hand. “There’s got to be another way out of here.”
    No sooner were the words out of his mouth than she spotted another exit. Warnings affixed to the door declared it as an emergency exit and restricted for police personnel, and an access control pad was located on the wall to the right of the door like the one they used down at the news station. “You need an ID card to exit,” she said, motioning to the pad. “If we set off the alarm, we won’t get out of the parking lot.”
    â€œNot a problem.” He whipped out his cell phone and toyed with it, swiping through several pages of apps. She’d never seen anyone with so many apps on a phone. After opening one, he held his cell up to the access pad, and a quiet beep and the click of the door unlocking caused her jaw to drop. He threw open the door and waved her through it, following right behind her.
    She’d known the man had mad computer skills, but messing with a police station’s security system exceeded her expectations. “How the hell did you do that?”
    â€œIt’s an app that bypasses those kinds of sensors.” Again, he took her hand, and together they crossed the parking lot, running to their cars while trying not to draw too much attention. “Pretty ridiculous the police use such a rudimentary system, but not surprising. The app interfaces with the system, working like a security badge.”
    She stopped between her car and his. “What are you, a jewel thief?”
    â€œI gave that up years ago.” He opened the driver’s side door of his car and jutted his chin. “Get in.”
    She folded her arms. “Why do we have to take your car?”
    â€œRachel, we have about ten seconds before they figure out we’re missing.” He braced his hands on the roof, his jaw tense. “Get. In. The. Car.”
    Biting the inside of her cheek, she opened the passenger-side door and slid into his silver Mustang. That man was so bossy. She couldn’t believe she’d forgotten how much his behavior infuriated her.
    Within seconds, he tore out of the parking lot and zoomed toward the highway, each block taking her farther and farther away from the story that would have catapulted her to the top in her field. She held her breath, checking the mirrors for signs they were being followed. Part of her wanted to protest and go back to the police station, but rationally, she knew they had no other choice. They had to run.
    A police car turned from a side street, merging into traffic and following right behind them. “We’ve got company,” she said, wiping