ToServeAndProtect by KyAnn Waters Read Free Book Online

high-priced attorney.” An elegantly dressed McKenna walked
into the room. Designer suit, cut perfectly to her svelte body, in a shade of
sapphire blue that set off her blonde hair.
    “She seems to have recovered.” Dustin tracked her
movements as she walked across the room. Their eyes locked, and a crackle of
awareness caused the hairs on his arms to tingle.
    “Our princess could pass as royalty,” Tyson said. “Too
rich for my tastes. A woman like that would expect champagne, caviar, and
romance when all a man wants is a steak on the grill, cold beer, and good sex.”
He shifted his glance to Dustin. “Most men.” He elbowed Dustin in the ribs.
“I’ll go talk to the best friend.” Tyson headed toward interrogation room two.
    McKenna’s attorney stood protectively close. He
approached Dustin and introduced himself.
    Dustin estimated Albert Wells somewhere in his late
sixties. He wore a dark gray, tailored suit with precise lines to conceal a
midsection bulging from too much of the good life. The wire-rimmed glasses
perched on his rather large, bulbous nose couldn’t hide deep lines at the
corners of his eyes. Still gifted with a full head of snow-white hair, Albert
Wells kept each hair on his head combed in a perfectly placed wave flowing to
the back of his head.
    “How’re you feeling this morning?” Dustin asked
McKenna.
    She turned to her lawyer.
    “Ms. Porter is as well as can be expected.”
    For the first time, her lips tilted into a small
smile. Obviously her lawyer intended to speak on her behalf. Smart, that would
keep her from making a mistake in her story.
    “Should we get started?”
    McKenna raised her eyes to meet his again and nodded.
Shiny locks of hair fell softly around her shoulders, framing the delicate
features of her face. Her nose, thin and straight, seemed to turn up in
defiance as she met his stare.
    Arrogance. He couldn’t believe the audaciousness. She
thought she could waltz onto his turf and throw her haughty attitude around
with her high-profile attorney.
    “This isn’t your specialty,” he said to Wells.
    “I’m not here as a defense attorney, Detective. As I’m
sure you’re well aware.” He didn’t extend his hand but shifted his briefcase
from his right hand to his left. He then placed his hand protectively on
McKenna’s back. “Ms. Porter is here to answer any questions you might have.
You’ll discover there won’t be sufficient evidence to charge her with whatever
happened in that room.”
    “Oh we know it was murder.” He stared at the scrapes
and bruises on McKenna. “And we know Dr. Porter was in that room. I guarantee,
we’ll find out exactly what happened.”
    Dustin pointed to the open door on the other side of
the bustling room.
     
    McKenna found it impossible to stop her hands from
shaking. The eyes of every officer in the room bore into her back with no less
pain than the bullets in the guns holstered on their utility belts would
inflict if fired.
    Once she entered the interrogation room, Detective
Pearce shut the door. Plain white walls closed in on her. She took a deep
steadying breath and sat in the cold metal folding chair Albert held out for
her. She rested her clasped hands on the edge of the scratched and dinged
table.
    “McKenna?” Albert laid his hand on her knee.
    “I’m sorry.” She looked at the detective across the
table. He wore a beige suit, tailored to accentuate the breadth of his
shoulders and the trim lines of his waist. He looked nice. Nothing like the
impression he’d left in the hospital, respectable, rather than menacing.
    “A drink,” he repeated. “Coffee, cola, water?”
    She took a deep breath and tried to sound as she had
rehearsed with Dawn. Flutters filled her stomach, and a lump lodged in her
throat. She swallowed and looked directly into the detective’s eyes. According
to Dawn, that she appeared confident was paramount. “Please, don’t patronize me
with polite conversation when I know what you’re