Cutting Edge by Allison Brennan Read Free Book Online

doorway.
    “You can come under the tape,” the M.E. said, “if you need a closer look. But walk only on that path.” He pointed to a white sheet that had been spread from the doorway to the body. “We’re trying to minimize contamination of evidence.”
    Duke lifted the tape to stoop under. He took three steps toward the body and stopped.
    The corpse was red and black, much of the skin completely gone. Little hair, no shirt, barely looking human. Duke didn’t want to contemplate the smells that mingled with smoke and smoldering metals.
    “He didn’t suffer,” the M.E. said with compassion.
    “How do you know?”
    “He was found on his back. He was at least unconscious when the fire started.”
    “You can tell how he died from the autopsy, right?”
    “It depends; fire fatalities are among the trickiest to pin down a cause of death.”
    Duke focused on identifying the body, but one look and he was certain it was Jonah. Even with the burns, it was him. If there were any doubt, seeing his wedding band, covered in soot, on the left ring finger, even though his childhood sweetheart was twelve years in the grave, would have convinced him. But he didn’t need the ring, or the glasses, or the other evidence. It was Jonah.
    “Rest in peace, my friend,” he whispered.
    He walked back to the doorway, a deep sadness battling with a driving need to know the truth. He glanced at Nora and her sister the arson investigator, who were huddled in the corner. Nora looked at him. He nodded, glanced back at Jonah, then left the building. As soon as he stepped out into the fresh dawn air, he breathed easier.
    He pulled out his iPhone and called his little brother. Sean had been wanting to be more involved with Rogan-Caruso business, and this was the perfect time to give him an assignment.
    Sean answered with a groan. “It’s six-fifteen in the morning, Duke.”
    “You’re going back to school.”
    “Hell no.”
    “Hell yes. Shower and dress, I’m picking you up in one hour.”
     
     
     

CHAPTER THREE
     
     
    Nora listened to Quin’s theory. It made some sense, but Nora had more questions. “How can you tell they took the animals instead of releasing them? And how do you know that any animals were here in the first place?”
    “On my way back from San Francisco I had Devon working on my laptop doing some research on Butcher-Payne—”
    “Devon? Who the heck is Devon?”
    “I told you I was in San Francisco on a date.”
    Nora blinked. “I — I guess I assumed you’d gotten back together with Josh.” They’d broken up two weeks ago.
    Quin rolled her eyes. The habit had irritated Nora when she was a teenager, and it irritated her more now.
    “When have I
ever
gotten back together with
any
of my old boyfriends?”
    She had a point. “And who’s this Devon? Why are you bringing him into a federal investigation?”
    “Ouch, a little passive-aggressive there, Nora?”
    “Quin, I had two hours of sleep before the phone rang. Can you just answer the question?”
    “Devon is a doctor. He’s all over the biotech stuff. He’s a good guy, not an arsonist or rabble-rouser. I’m not an idiot, Nora.”
    She silently counted to ten. “I’m sorry. I’m testy.”
    “Really,” she said sarcastically. “I think you need to take Duke Rogan to bed. My God, Nora, I can’t believe you didn’t go out with him when he asked! Are you insane?”
    Nora glanced over at Payne’s office. Duke Rogan wasn’t there.
    Quin laughed. “Made you look. He walked out two minutes ago.”
    “Let’s not talk about my sex life.”
    “What sex life?”
    “Quin—”
    “Damn, Nora, you had
that
hot guy interested in you and you put him off?” She shook her head.
    “The animals, Quin.”
    “Right, the bunnies.”
    “Bunnies?”
    “Well, I don’t know
what
critters Payne had around, but Devon looked up their projects online — at least what they have publicized. Though they have patents for developing