When Rain Falls by Tyora M. Moody Read Free Book Online

anxiety.
    â€œI’m sorry.” Mitch stood. “I really wish I could help you. Let the police do their work, and you spend time with your family. I spoke to Judge Coleman an hour ago, and I understand the Colemans have already started funeral arrangements.”
    Funeral arrangements. What the judge and Desiree must be feeling now. With all that had happened, she hadn’t taken the time to call them yet. Candace’s body felt planted in the chair. She wasn’t through with her questions for Mitch. He wouldn’t dismiss her that easily. “She still loved you.”
    â€œWhat?” The man’s eyes grew wide.
    She watched his Adam’s apple bob. Surely he didn’t think that as Pamela’s best friend, she didn’t know about their relationship. “I could see it in her eyes. I told her time and time again, you would never leave your wife. But you wouldn’t leave her alone.”
    â€œThat’s enough. I don’t know what Pamela told you, but I can safely say any pursuing was on her part. Now, I think you need to go home. You’re distraught.”
    â€œNo, I’m not.” Candace stood. Her voice rose. “I hope for your sake, you didn’t have anything to do with Pamela’s death.”
    Anger flashed in the man’s eyes. “Now, hold on a minute. I know you want to blame someone, and I will excuse you for having the nerve to accuse me—”
    â€œI’m not accusing you of anything. My aunt taught me a long time ago, what someone does in the dark will come to light.”

Chapter Ten
    From behind the huge maple desk, the secretary tracked Darnell’s approach, his black leather shoes noiseless on the plush beige carpet. Her gold-framed glasses sat almost on the tip of her nose, reminding him of a school principal from his past. The secretary’s silver-streaked hair was pinned into a bun at the top of her head. This woman’s knowledge could be valuable to him, so he needed to be nice. “May I speak to Mr. Harris?”
    â€œDo you have an appointment, sir?”
    Darnell pulled out his badge. “Don’t need one. Can you let Mr. Harris know Detective Jackson is here to ask him a few questions?” He flashed her a smile.
    The secretary pursed her ruby red lips and stared at him for a few seconds. Did he see a flash of panic across her face? If so, she recovered without missing a beat. “Wait one moment.” She turned her body slightly and pushed a button on the phone. “Mr. Harris? Yes, sir. I know you are busy, but ...” She glanced over her shoulder in the detective’s direction. “There is a detective here who wants to see you, sir.”
    The longer she talked, the lower her voice dropped. He had to strain to hear her.
    â€œYes, sir, I will.” Hanging up the phone, the secretary turned to face him. She still wasn’t smiling.
    â€œDetective Jackson, please have a seat. Mr. Harris has a visitor and will be with you in about ten minutes.”
    Darnell leaned over the desk and smiled. “I will wait, but not for long. After ten minutes, I’m walking in. Understand?”
    Hillary Green, according to the nameplate on the desk, pushed her seat back with a huff and slid back to her computer.
    He took a seat across from the secretary’s desk and picked up a People magazine, not really interested in the celebrity couple on the front, whoever they were. Just needed something to keep him preoccupied as he eyed Hillary.
    She glanced at him, pushed her glasses up her face, and turned back to the computer screen. Darnell grinned. She was nervous. Good. Nervous people usually spilled information. He needed to know where the junior partner, Pamela Coleman, fit in and if one of her colleagues had a serious issue. Serious enough to kill her.
    A few minutes later Darnell tossed the People magazine he’d been pretending to read on the table. A loud voice, very feminine, erupted