with Killian wouldn’t be tough. The man was instantly-melt-your-ice-cream, blazingly sexy and just as pleasurable to lay eyes on as when they’d first met. His slight Irish drawl only put him over the top of the one-to-ten scale. When he’d leaned in so close, it was all she could do not to offer herself like a wanton, X-rated version of a virgin sacrifice. She was woman enough to admit to nighttime fantasies of him in the interim months since they’d met—daytime ones as well with the battery-operated boyfriend she ironically named Richard. Too bad the man had acted like such a Richard, and not in a good way.
She stepped into the VLO’s main floor and wound her way around the austere cubicles. It truly wouldn’t kill the state’s bank accounts to make the place a little less like a sweatshop. Her frown deepened when she arrived at her desk to find someone sitting at it. Piper . That’s right. Alice had a real office now.
“Well, you got settled fast,” she told the too-comfortable, ever-tan girl at the desk. Alice had always envied Piper’s inherently golden skin and gorgeous highlights. Her friend wore her usual high-end fashion she could barely afford, a wraparound dress this time. A slight pull on a string might disrobe her. The temptation to give it a shot was overpowering. “And get your feet off my desk.”
Piper turned her head, but left her feet up. “Yup. That’ll happen. You don’t understand what it’s like walking around all day on spiky heels, Boss.”
“Don’t call me that.” Alice gave an unladylike snort. “What happened to the moral support I requested you for?”
“Ha, I didn’t hear anything about moral support.” Her friend cocked her head. “In fact, I don’t think I heard much after the pay-raise part. What has your thong in a twist?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Murder, I suppose.”
Wide amber eyes blinked at her. “Already? That was faster than it took to race my bazooms up here.”
“You’re funny. It’s been the longest seven hours of my life.” Alice dropped into the chair in front of her old desk. “He looked just like Zach.”
Her friend sat up, stiletto heels clicking against the floor, and then reached across the desk to grasp Alice’s hand. “I’m so sorry. What do you need me to do? I know you don’t li—”
“No, I don’t.” Sometimes she got sick of hearing from others how much she hated those other agencies. Even from Val and Piper. Was she that obvious about it? “Can you get the forensics team to forward their data as soon as it’s ready?”
“No problem.”
“And I had to call in whoever I could get earlier, but I’ll need homicide detectives. You know them all better than I do.”
“Working in Admin kind of gets me out there.”
It wouldn’t matter where Alice worked. She didn’t mingle with VLO agents, and her department had nothing to do with that.
“I need names before I call Glenn.” The VLO’s head director liked to pretend he was into everything going on around the organization. Yet the media didn’t pound on his door when things hit the wire. It had always been Val fielding those calls.
Alice sagged in her seat. One more task to look forward to. Maybe if she passed on enough information to Glenn, he’d handle it without too much inappropriate glee in front of the cameras. She suspected he’d received his position as a way to keep him from the governorship. Sounded like something Val’s dad would do.
“How well do you know the Trackers?”
Piper grinned. “Nope. I love you but not that much. The Immortalis make me nervous. All yours, sweetie.”
“You’re fired.”
As usual, Piper ignored her irrational behavior. “Oh, before you go.” Alice hadn’t moved from the chair. Huh, dismissed by my own mini-me . “When you call his lordship, the Director, he’ll need the recommendations for Graham’s disposition.”
She nearly choked on her surprise. Damn it, Val . There’d been plenty of time for that