Dangerous to Touch by Jill Sorenson Read Free Book Online

difference by sound?”
    “No. It’s just an impression.”
    “Go on.”
    “He ran through the river, trying to get back to his owner. That’s it.”
    Mark’s eyes narrowed. She hadn’t told him anything specific, or anything that could be disproved. By keeping it vague, she was covering her bases. Tapping the tips of his fingers on the surface of the desk, he asked, “Anything else?”
    “I had another dream this morning,” she admitted. “Of suffocating, drowning. Being restrained.”
    “By what?”
    She rubbed her wrists. “I don’t know. My face was covered with some sort of dark, thick plastic. I couldn’t breathe.”
    Marc nodded thoughtfully, as if taking her at her word. There was no way she could know Candace Hegel had been alive when the killer had thrown her in the lagoon, or that the victim had been wrapped in a plastic tarp.
    He reached into his pocket. “If we had an article of clothing belonging to the deceased, could you get an ‘impression’ from it?”
    “Probably not. It doesn’t work on command. I can’t always-”
    “Would you try?” he asked, pinning her with a look. “It would mean a great deal to her family.”
    Her stormy-gray eyes were black-rimmed, thickly lashed and startlingly beautiful. “All right,” she said softly.
    He handed her the gauzy purple scarf, noting Lacy’s sudden tension beside him.
    Puzzled, Sidney focused her concentration on the swatch of fabric, letting it slide through her fingers, caress her skin. Marc watched her in utter fascination, mesmerized by the performance. She was very, very good. To look at her, eyes closed, moist lips slightly parted, breath coming in short, soft pants, one would think she was lost in sensation, completely unaware of their presence.
    And sexually aroused.
    As her chest rose and fell, her nipples pushed impudently against the cloth of her sleeveless cotton top, hardening before his eyes.
    Damn, she was good. Marc didn’t have to look at Lacy to know she was equally riveted. He couldn’t imagine a more provocative display.
    Unless she actually started touching herself.
    To his disappointment, her eyes flew open and she pushed the scarf away from her, cheeks tinged pink.
    “Very nice,” Marc murmured when he was capable of speech.
    “What do you do for an encore? Strip naked?”
    Her eyes darkened. “Why don’t you two play your twisted sex games with someone else?” she retorted, looking back and forth between them.
    “
Our
twisted sex games? That was a one-woman show you just gave us, Miss Morrow. Delightful, but all you.”
    “Well, that game-” she pointed at the slinky, purple scarf “-involved two women. And neither of them was Candace Hegel.”
    “Oh really?” he drawled. “My mistake.” He glanced sideways at Lacy. “I assure you I wasn’t a participant. What were these lovely ladies doing, by the way?”
    “Drop it,” Lacy warned under her breath.
    “Never mind,” he sighed, training an appreciative eye on Sidney Morrow. He’d underestimated her. She was frighteningly intuitive, a consummate actress and the best damned charlatan he’d ever seen.
    Her distract and dazzle technique was wickedly effective, he had to admit. He couldn’t have been more turned on. “Let’s go,” he decided, stifling his lust. “No more games.”
    “I can leave now?”
    “After a brief stop, yes, you’ll be free to go.”
    Lacy gave him an incredulous stare, which he ignored. Yes, it was foolhardy to let her walk; she might be an accomplice to murder. If physical evidence didn’t point to a male perpetrator, he’d consider her the prime suspect.
    Whatever her role, he’d be watching her like a hawk until he figured out what she was up to, and before he let her off the hook, he couldn’t pass on the chance to shake her up again.
    With grim determination, he led her down to the morgue.

Chapter 4
    S idney shot daggers into Lieutenant Cruz’s well-formed back with her eyes as she followed him down a dark