Eye of the Beholder by Dana Marie Bell Read Free Book Online

sank down on the sofa, covering his mouth with his hand. Too much more and he’d be joining Kir in a heap on the floor.
    Jeff threw that attitude right back at his twin. “Oh, yeah? When was the last time you got some?”
    All traces of amusement disappeared under Jeff’s teasing question. Jamie wasn’t seeing anyone that Travis was aware of, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t gone out and found someone to fool around with.
    Jamie’s smirk had Travis damn near growling in a caveman-like display. “More recently than you, I bet.”
    Travis’s hand clenched. What? He sat up and stared at the woman who was currently glaring at her twin. His eyes narrowed as a flush crept up Jamie’s cheeks.
    “The closest you’ve come is Vincente.” Jeff batted his eyelashes at Jamie outrageously. “Oh, Vincente. ”
    Travis’s jaw clenched. Who the fuck was Vincente?
    Jamie gasped, furious. “You leave Vincente alone.”
    Whoever he was, he needed his ass kicked.
    “It’s those gold lamé briefs. They get you every time.”
    Travis winced. No fucking way. He was not shoving his ass into gold lamé briefs. Even for Jamie. Hell, he didn’t even do that in the seventies.
    “Oh, fuck off, Jeff.” Jamie flipped her brother the bird before limping back into the bedroom, the door slamming shut behind her.
    “On that note…” Jeff cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled, “Hey, pervs! I’m heading out. I’ll bring back some non-ass-tastic food, okay?”
    “Oh, God.” Jordan’s mortified whimper had Travis almost smiling again, but the thought of fuckhead Vincente kept it from materializing.
    “You keep praying to me, baby, eventually I’m going to answer.”
    Jeff rolled his eyes at the sound of Logan’s voice, but he was smiling as he headed out the door.
    Travis stared at Jamie’s closed door, one thought running through his mind.
    Who the fuck was Vincente?

Chapter Four
    Toni studied Solberg closely. Something just wasn’t sitting right with her, and it started and ended with her new partner. “Where the hell did this information come from?”
    “Anonymous tip, but the man hasn’t been seen in over a month.” Solberg shrugged. “It’s worth a look.”
    She tapped her finger against her mouth. Maybe it was just her instinctive dislike of the guy that was making her dislike his tip. “What’s your gut say?”
    “It’s legit. We’ve had more than one tip. It’s not like we’re going on one phone call here.”
    She nodded slowly. If he was on the up-and-up then it was worth checking it out. “Okay. Research the company, see if anything’s changed there. I’ll check out the family angle.”
    “You know the granddaughter was tortured by Mr. Grimm, right?”
    “I know. It’s in the file.” The supposed vic was a sicko whack-job, but whether he deserved what he’d gotten or not, whoever had done him should have left him to law enforcement.
    “Yeah.” Solberg took a big bite of his Whopper. “Checked that angle out first, thinking it might be a revenge thing.”
    Ick. She hated it when guys talked with their mouths full. Like she wanted to see their chewed food. Blech.“I’ll have to check out the medical records.” She bit into an onion ring, making sure to swallow before continuing her thought. “That makes the wife a much more viable suspect. The father of Ms. Grimm too.” She flipped through her notes. “Fred.”
    He nodded, pointing to her list with one of his French fries. “I think we need to check them all out.”
    “Okay. You’ve obviously got the family and friends covered. I’ll deal with the business angle.”
    “Not a problem.” His false grin was seriously beginning to get on her nerves.
    She bit into another onion ring and studied his smug features. Every one of her cop senses was tingling, but she couldn’t put her finger on what the hell was wrong. It was driving her fucking nuts. She couldn’t shake the feeling that some of that wrongness was now directed at