Damsel in Danger (Danger Incorporated Book 1) by Olivia Jaymes Read Free Book Online Page A

strange at the time but now it made perfect sense.
    Evidence. She needed to be more cognizant of that little detail.
    “Here’s my phone.” He handed her his cell. “You can take pictures.”
    “Of anything in particular?”
    “When I ask you to. I don’t have a warrant and I doubt they’ll allow me to take anything, so if we find something interesting we’re going to have to take a picture of it.”
    Jason waded through the stacks of laundry on the bed and floor, tossing things aside until he’d dug all the way to the mattress. A white shirt landed on top of the ever growing pile and Brinley froze when she saw a large red stain.
    “Wait. Is that…blood?”
    Jason frowned and picked up the discarded shirt to examine it more closely. He spread out the fabric and even sniffed at it, making her stomach turn at the thought of doing the same.
    “You’ve found something alright.”
    Maybe a clue. Something that would tell her why Roger Gaines had her address. She leaned forward over the garment that was laid out on the bed.
    “What did I find?” she whispered, her heart beating fast in her chest.
    “A ketchup stain. That’s never going to come out. He might as well have tossed the shirt in the garbage.”
    Brinley’s head whipped around and her gaze landed on Jason, who was having a difficult time not bursting into laughter. His lips twitched and his green eyes danced with mischief.
    This was so not funny.
    Slapping his arm, she let out a groan of frustration. “Don’t be an ass. I was only trying to help.”
    “I know. And I appreciate it. Really.”
    She rolled her eyes and followed him as he worked his way to the desk area. He pointed to the stacks of books and papers. “If we’re going to find anything important it will probably be here.”
    Brinley certainly hoped so. So far this entire trip had been a big waste of time.
    Jason held up two heavy books. “Now here is something interesting. Books on forensic science. Gaines was a psychology major, so what would he be doing with these? Let’s get pictures of them.”
    Brinley snapped each of the books with Jason’s cell as he sifted through a stack of papers, holding up a few.
    “Information about handguns and blood splatter. What the hell? It looks like Gaines had more than a passing interest in criminology. Maybe he was using his degree to study criminal behavior.”
    She snapped a few more pictures and peered into the bookcase next to the desk. There were several binders and she almost reached for one but pulled back just in time.
    “Oops. That was close. Can you see what’s in these? It looks like they are one of the few things in this room that was organized.”
    “I thought you didn’t want to touch anything in here.” Jason pulled the three binders from their spot on the shelf, sending up a puff of dust. Brinley sneezed as Jason flipped open the first one and paged through the contents. “It looks like information on a serial killer case in Florida. These last pages show an arrest and an upcoming trial.”
    The two other binders held basically the same items except for different cases. Grisly photos and explicit details were not the norm for Brinley in her everyday life. She was used to macaroni art projects and stories about the family pet.
    The picture she was getting of Roger Gaines was turning creepy. A young man who had lost his ambition and had turned to absorbing everything he could find about crime and violence instead.
    “Do you think someone killed him in self-defense?” she asked, looking around the room again. Had Roger’s mind been as messy and cluttered as his room? “Do you think he stopped reading and started doing?”
    “Are you asking if Roger Gaines was studying to be a killer?” Jason shook his head. “I don’t think so. It looks like he was studying to become a profiler. Remember, there was no struggle in Gaines’s room so it’s highly unlikely it was self-defense.”
    “This is still weird. He was obsessed