Games of Zeus 02- Silent Echoes by Aimee Laine Read Free Book Online Page B

was a full moon last night, and with that came a whole host of crimes and a plate so full, the justice system is backed up further than normal.”
    “Lovely.” Sarcasm riddled her tone.
    Tripp tapped on the table, sending an empty, metallic echo through the room. “The police are continuing their investigation.”
    “How can they keep me while they do that? Don’t they have to have proof?” She spat out the words as anger replaced frustration.
    “They had a warrant, which I’m waiting for a copy of. My guess is they’ve got their claws in some piece of information and are hanging on to it by a thread.”
    Taylor jumped forward. “Riley.”
    “Riley?” Tripp asked as Ian leaned back in his chair, a scowl growing on his face.
    “He’s … a friend. On the police force. Just got a promotion. He’ll help if I ask. Can I? I mean—”
    “No.” Tripp shook his head. “Just leave this to me.”
    An inner war began within Taylor. Riley would help her with anything. “So, what happens next?”
    “We get in front of the judge tomorrow. We plead not guilty, get bail, get you out and figure it out from there. Or, I find a way to convince them you had nothing to do with this and get you off completely.”
    • • •
    “How the hell can we have matching symbols on our fingers?” Ian asked as he slipped into Tripp’s Jaguar.
    “I told ya,” Tripp started, “when you first looked up those lines. I told you it was going to lead to a woman.”
    “But you didn’t say a criminal.”
    “She’s not.” Tripp drove them from jail and onto the freeway toward home.
    “Yet, we were the ones to walk out of that jail and oh! Oh! She stayed. So that puts her on the wrong side of the law.” Ian leaned his head against the window.
    “So pessimistic.” Tripp chuckled. “Lexi will be so disappointed you think that way when she tells you what she found.”

6
    Ian slouched against the back of Tripp’s favorite chair, sat up, leaned elbows on knees and relaxed again. He couldn’t get comfortable. They’d spent over three hours with Taylor but had no real plan, no next steps as far as he could tell. Ian had itched to touch her, to make a physical connection with her, until the moment he’d seen the lines—the bands—the symbol.
    On top of that, criminals, whether proven or not, did not fit into his future.
    Tripp plopped next to his wife on the couch, sneaking an arm around her shoulders. Lexi’s black hair fell over his arm as she snuggled into the crook.
    A desire for the same hit Ian. A picture formed in his mind of him and Taylor sitting much the same way. He shook it off. “Okay, Lex, tell me what you know about Taylor Marsh.”
    Emma, Lexi’s twin, though her complete opposite in every way, with her ultra-bright, blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, snagged a beanbag. “Ooh. What do you know about Taylor? I would love some good gossip.”
    “She’s in jail, Em,” Lexi said. “No gossiping allowed.”
    Emma stuck out her tongue. “You’re no fun.”
    Tripp coughed over a laugh. “So … I didn’t tell Taylor this … but we already got some intel from a source.”
    “You mean, Riley?” Emma asked.
    Ian raised an eyebrow. “What happened to my question?”
    “What?” Emma shrugged. “They’ve been friends for years. He’s on the force. I can put two and two together really fast.” She tapped her temple.
    Lexi pulled her hair into a tail and stood. “You guys keep going. I’ll be right back.”
    I’m never going to get an answer.
    “So …” Tripp tilted his head toward Emma. “My … source … says the bones are beneath the surface, by a couple feet, and at a semi-angular tilt—head up. Whatever the hell that means. They have to dig around the entire area where that shed was. Seems they need to cull through an eight by four by three foot section to get to everything and won’t let anyone touch anything until they have it all mapped out. They got a judge to agree to the arrest, and