Lethal by Sandra Brown Read Free Book Online

his attention were Eddie’s diplomas from high school, LSU, and the police academy. He removed the first from its leather folder and searched the folder itself. But when he ripped away the moire lining, Honor protested, “There’s no need to do that!”
    “I think there is.”
    “I’m saving those documents for Emily.”
    “I’m not doing anything to the documents.”
    “Nothing’s hidden behind the lining.”
    “Not in this one.” He tossed the first aside and reached for another, subjecting it to the same vandalism. When he was done with them, he examined Eddie’s wristwatch.
    “Pretty tricked-out watch.”
    “I gave it to him for Christmas.”
    “Where’d you buy it?”
    “What difference does it make?”
    “A local store?”
    “I ordered it online. It’s a knockoff of a fancy one.”
    “How much did it cost?”
    “Around three hundred dollars.”
    “Not thousands?”
    “Do you want to see the receipt?”
    “No, but you’ve contradicted yourself. You said you didn’t use the computer for personal business.”
    Wearily she sighed. “I’ve ordered things.”
    “Did Eddie?”
    “I never knew him to.”
    He held her stare, then let it go and moved on to Eddie’s death certificate. “Broken neck?”
    “He died instantly. Or so I was told.”
    She hoped he’d died immediately and hadn’t suffered. The medical examiner had told Stan and her that even if he had survived the neck injury, he probably would have died of his extensive internal injuries before reaching the hospital.
    After perusing the death certificate, Coburn thumbed through the guest book for the funeral service.
    “Whatever you’re looking for isn’t in there.” It was breaking her heart to see items that were precious only to her handled by a man with blood on his hands, literally and figuratively.
    She was especially incensed when he picked up Eddie’s wedding ring. It had been on Eddie’s finger from the day they’d stood at the altar and exchanged their vows until she’d been called to the morgue to identify his body.
    Holding the ring close, Coburn read the inscription inside. “Ah. What’s this?”
    “Our wedding date and initials.”
    He read the engraving again, then bounced the ring in his palm as he regarded it thoughtfully. Finally he looked up at her and, after a moment, extended his hand. She held out hers. He dropped the ring into her palm and her fingers closed around it.
    “Thank you.”
    “I don’t need it anymore. I memorized the engraving.”
    He went through Eddie’s wallet several times, then actually turned the leather inside out. It produced nothing except expired credit cards, Eddie’s driver’s license—he examined the laminate to make sure it was sealed all the way around—and Social Security card. There were pictures of her and Emily that had been trimmed to fit the clear plastic sleeves.
    He picked up the empty key ring and dangled it in front of her face. “A key ring without keys?”
    “I took off the house key and hid it outside in case I ever lock us out. The keys to the squad car and Eddie’s locker were returned to the police department.”
    “Do you have a safe deposit box?”
    “No.”
    “Would you tell me if you did?”
    “If it guaranteed Emily’s safety, I’d drive you to the bank. But I don’t have a safe deposit box.”
    He continued to examine and question her about each article arrayed on her comforter, which he’d soiled with his muddy clothes. But it was an exercise in futility as she’d known it would be. “You’re wasting your time, Mr. Coburn. Whatever you’re looking for isn’t here.”
    “It’s here. I just haven’t found it yet. And you can drop the ‘mister.’ Just plain Coburn will do.”
    He came off the bed, planted his hands on his hips, and made a tight circle as he looked around the room. She had hoped he would quickly find whatever it was he was after, then leave without harming either Emily or her. But the fruitlessness of his