Dangerous to Touch by Jill Sorenson Read Free Book Online Page B

she lay there, as quiet as Candace Hegel’s corpse.
    What the hell?
    Her pulse was visible, throbbing delicately in her slender neck. While he watched, it slowed, then stopped altogether.
    Muttering a curse, he leaned over her prone form to give her two quick breaths. Her lips were soft and cool, completely slack. If this was a trick, he was buying it hook, line and sinker. He checked her pulse, couldn’t find it, panicked and gave her two more breaths.
    Gasping, she lurched forward, clutching her chest.
    Weak with relief and stunned to the core, he lay stretched out on the ground beside her, placing a hand over his own heart, which was knocking hard against his ribs.
    “What happened?” she wheezed.
    “You died.”
    “Oh my God.”
    “He didn’t save you,” Marc asserted. “I did.”
    She leaned to one side and wretched pitifully, her shoulders shaking.
    Marc put Candace Hegel back in place, folding her arms across her chest with careful reverence and zipping up the body bag. His hands were trembling as he grabbed some paper towels for Sidney and a plastic cup of water.
    She accepted his tepid peace offering in silence, dabbing at her damp mouth. “Why did you do that?” she asked after a moment, her huge gray eyes swimming with tears.
    He looked away, hating the reflection of himself he imagined there. “Because I’m a bastard, just like you said.”
    “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.”
    His gaze jerked back to her face. He’d just forced her to hold hands with a dead woman, and she was apologizing to him? “Don’t worry about it. It’s true across the board.” He watched her take a small sip of water. “So what did you see?”
    “Nothing. It was just…black.”
    Bleakly he wondered what she’d see in his soul. “I’ll take you home,” he offered.
    “I have to get back to work,” she argued.
    “You just died, woman! Take the afternoon off.”
    She chuckled weakly. “I don’t have anyone to cover for me.”
    Marc stared down at her in disbelief, frustrated with the entire situation. He couldn’t decide what he thought about her, and that was a complication he didn’t need. No way she was legit. So what the hell was she?
    “Don’t worry, Lieutenant. You’ll find the real killer.”
    “Are you a prophet, too?”
    “No,” she said with a rueful smile. “I was just trying to be supportive.”
    Although he was wary of misplaced kindness, he couldn’t resist smiling back at her. “Don’t you think you can call me Marc now? After all we’ve been through?”
    “Okay,” she said, taking his proffered hand. “And I’m Sidney.”
    Ignoring the burst of warmth in her eyes, and the matching sensation in the middle of his chest, he helped her to her feet.
    At Vincent Veterinary Clinic, Marc attached a GPS tracking device to the chassis of Sidney’s pickup truck while she went inside to get Blue. When she came out, mangy-looking hound in tow, both dog and woman regarded him with mistrust.
    “Can you take some time off tomorrow?” he asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.
    “Why?”
    “I thought we could drive him around. Walk him along the river, maybe. See if he…smells anything.”
    She released the tailgate. “Why would you waste your time? You don’t believe me.” When he made no reply, she gave the dog a brisk order in a foreign language. Blue jumped up and went inside the carrier.
    “You speak German?”
    “No.” Realizing she just had, she said, “I’ve picked up a few commands. A lot of people train their dogs that way, and he’s part shepherd.”
    “Really? I thought he was half wolf, half hyena.”
    She shot him a dirty look as she shut the kennel door.
    “What did you say to him?”
    “Get in,” she decided.
    She’d said “up,” but he didn’t bother to correct her. “So how about tomorrow?”
    “We could go early, before the kennel opens,” she offered with a tense shrug. “It would be cooler.”
    “Five-thirty?”
    “I guess,” she