Lie or Die: A Shelby Nichols Adventure by Colleen Helme Read Free Book Online

lose him. I pulled into traffic and headed to the police station.
     

 
    Chapter 3
    Walking into the police station, I paused to straighten my new ID badge. Detective Harris, or Dimples, as I called him, had given it to me after I’d helped him solve a case. This was the first time I’d worn it, and as I made my way to Dimples’ desk, I glanced around to see if anyone would object to my presence. I got a few looks, but most people just acted like it was normal to see me there. Upon reflection, it probably was, since I’d been to the station often enough in the last few weeks.
    I caught sight of Dimples across the room, just as he was picking up the phone. I listened to his thoughts, and realized he was about to call me. Thinking it would be a funny joke, I hurried to his side and tapped his shoulder. Keeping a serious expression on my face I said, “I’m here. What do you need?”
    “Sweet…mother!” he shouted. “I was just calling you. How did you…? Wait a minute. Whoa…that was just weird.”
    I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing. “Sorry,” I said in-between giggles. “But you should have seen your face!” I finally got under control, especially when I noticed he didn’t think it was so funny.
    “So you’re not here because of your premonitions?” he asked, embarrassed and slightly confused.
    “Oh…yes, I am.” I decided it was better to lie at this point, mostly so Dimples wouldn’t be embarrassed. “I hope that’s okay.” When he just nodded his head, I continued. “Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. It was just…I couldn’t help it, and it was kind of funny.”
    “Yeah,” he smiled. “It probably was.” He was thinking that living with me would be tough if I did that very often. It gave him a new respect for my husband.
    “So…look at this.” I lifted up my badge. “Looks good, huh?” It was time to move on. I didn’t want him feeling sorry for Chris, since it made me feel bad.
    “Hey. Looks great!” he said. “I knew it would come in handy, especially if you’re going to sneak up on me.”
    “Exactly!” I agreed. “So you’d better watch out.” He laughed good-naturedly, and we were back to normal. “So, what did you need me for?” I asked.
    “Um…right,” he said, switching gears. “I’m helping the FBI with some gang interrogations, and thought having you there might be helpful. I just finished talking to them about it, and they gave me the go-ahead to ask you. That’s why I was calling.”
    “Oh,” I said. “That would probably work for me. Do you know any more about the case?”
    “Not a lot, just that there’ve been several murders lately and no one’s talking.”
    “Gotcha,” I said. “Are they doing the interrogation here?”
    “No, at FBI headquarters. I was going to see if you could go over with me a little later, but since you’re here we could go over now. Will that work?”
    “Sure,” I agreed. Since I’d come to ask him what he knew about the police investigation of Keith Bishop, I could pick his brain when we got back.
    “Great. Have a seat, and I’ll call to let them know we’re on our way.”
    Fifteen minutes later we walked into the federal building. I’d never been inside before, and when they asked to see my badge, I got nervous since it wasn’t exactly real. The worker scanned the barcode, and my picture must have popped up on his computer screen, because he was thinking I looked a ton better in person. What? My picture wasn’t that bad was it? Maybe I’d better get a new one.
    We took the elevator to the sixth floor, and I followed Dimples through a maze of desks until we came to an office that had the name Henry Gilmore on the outside. Dimples knocked, and Henry ushered us in, introducing himself as we sat down.
    “Detective Harris told me about you,” Henry said. “That you have premonitions about things.” He smiled, but was thinking it was probably a waste of time. “What do you need