Hit 'N' Run (Under Suspicion #1) by Lori Power Read Free Book Online Page B

irrelevant to what you’re after.” Jordan raised his brows in question.
    Mitch’s finger’s tingled with the urge to take over the computer search and satisfy his own burning desire to know all, but was at a loss about to how to explain his interest. Instead, he shook his head, peering closely at the pixels on the screen.
    “My file shows no specific details at any rate,” Jordan’s finger tapped the monitor as though reading his mind. “He’s since died out on the coast. No other known relatives. Scrolling down, I see she lived with foster parents Mariam and Brent Cobalt when she was thirteen. Yes, here it is. Mariam and Brent, one child. Natural. Named Natasha. Now deceased…”
    “Natasha Cobalt?”
    “Yes, that’s right,” Jordan confirmed, absently nodding, still clicking away on the keyboard.
    Mitch sat back on his chair, listening to the information being relayed in a clinical, non-emotional tone of voice those used to looking at such information honed. She had been an orphan? He remembered her best friend and roommate, Natasha. Easy on the eyes. His mind flashed to a friendly smile. One of the guys on the team dated her .
    “Funny Lorna didn’t change her name to Cobalt.”
    He didn’t realize he had spoken the words out loud until Jordan replied. “No adoption listed.”
    “Did you say they were all deceased?”
    “No. Brent Cobalt and his daughter, Natasha. Not at the same time. Different dates are listed. No specifics on cause of death for either. Again, I could search it, but I don’t see it as valid to your purpose,” Jordan paused and cast Mitch a questioning look over his shoulder before turning back and pulling up yet another window. “Mariam Cobalt, as it turns out, shares the same address with Lorna Tymchuk.” He continued to type and read. “We’re in luck. They’re local.”
    “How so?”
    “She’s right here in the city. Four-twenty-five Dunfield Court.”
    “Jesus.” Mitch’s fingers reached for his temples to ease the sudden pain.
    “Yeah. You say the accident happened in another city, and yet she’s from here. Quite a coincidence.”
    Mitch slapped the back the chair he straddled. “I don’t believe in coincidences.” He stood and patted Jordan on the shoulder, preparing to take his leave. “Okay, thanks, rookie.”
    Out in the corridor, his phone, just returned to him that morning, buzzed in his pocket. Holding the phone up, the caller ID showed ‘blocked.’ Shrugging his shoulders, he answered. “Morgan here,” he said crisply as he walked down the hallway back towards his own department.
    Nothing. Not even breathing relayed through the line, indicating another person. Mitch held the phone away from his face to confirm the line was open, but he could hear nothing on the other end.
    “Morgan here,” he repeated.
    Nothing.
    Shaking his head, he pressed ‘end’ and replaced the phone in his pocket.
     
    ***
     
    Mariam scanned the scuttling clouds drifting by the window above the kitchen sink. “Gonna be a scorcher today.”
    Lorna leaned across the counter to peer through the same window. “You get all that from scanning the sky?” Lorna laughed, stepped back and moved towards the back door to gather her shoes and briefcase. Bending down, she held her arms wide to her son. “Come here, baby boy. Give mama a kiss bye.”
    Mariam held up her smart phone. “No, from this handy app. It’s the six-thirty guaranteed weather application.”
    “Glad to see you’re getting on to it—”
    Kris banged his spoon on the table, staring up at her from his morning cereal with earnest eyes. “I not a baby no more,” he interrupted. His words contrasted the smile lighting his chubby face as he rose from his chair and rushed to her arms.
    “No, not a baby anymore.” Lorna breathed in his fresh three-year old scent. Just to me you are . She kissed his forehead. “Mama’s sorry.”
    His rosebud lips smacked a wet kiss on her cheek. “Okay. ’Ave a gud day,”