Dying to Have Her Read Online Free

into her driveway backward so that she could escape if someone got in the house.
    Olsen riffled through some notes on the desk. “Miss McCormack … your brother-in-law works on the set, right?”
    “No, not really. My sister, Melinda, and her husband, Jeffrey, both have degrees in ancient history. Jeff specializes in Egyptology. He has been contracted as a consultant from time to time.”
    “Time to time has been lately—right?”
    She nodded. “My character on the show is into archaeology. She’s been to Cairo on a dig and brought back a number of artifacts. When she gets angry—or when she’s afraid she’s going to be caught in some evil deed or another—she heads back to Egypt.” Serena offered him a small smile, reminding him that this was a soap opera they were talking about—entertainment loved by many, but not TLC or the Discovery Channel.
    “Your brother-in-law was in this morning, right?” Olsen persisted.
    She sighed. “Yes. Joe Penny had Jeff in to talk about some props he’s acquiring. We’re going to have an accident occur on a dig. But Jeff was gone before the lights fell. Look, Jeff isn’t a real cast or crew member. He and Melinda are academics. They’re not really ‘Hollywood’ types at all. They’ve been married nearly twenty-five years, and their major interest in life is their twins.” She stopped, aware that she was defending him. “Lieutenant, what does this have to do with anything?”
    “I like being thorough, that’s all. This is L.A., and I see lots of things go down.” He waved a hand in the air. “Like today. So you tell me, what do you think, Miss McCormack?”
    “Think?” She arched a brow. “Frankly, I’m not thinking. I’m feeling. My heart bleeds for Miss Dunne, and in all honesty, even though I’m feeling really terrible and a lot of pain for a life lost, I thank God that it wasn’t I.I thank Him sincerely for my life.”
    “I was just thinking that maybe you should have some protection.”
    Serena frowned. “A light fell, Lieutenant. No one was …”
    Olsen leaned forward. “How often do lights just fall?” he asked.
    “Well …” She’d never seen a light just fall before, but it wasn’t impossible. “This was an accident,” she said. “No one was …”
    “Homicides often look like accidents,” Olsen said. “Union people work here. Experts—who know how to work with lights. The investigation will take some time. I hope you’re right, though, that it was merely a tragic accident.” He stood. “Just take good care of yourself, Miss McCormack. Okay?”
    “Sir, it’s a promise.”
    He smiled. “A pleasure to meet you, Miss McCormack. Oh, I may call you into the station soon for a formal deposition.”
    She nodded.
    “Great eyes, Miss McCormack.”
    “Thanks.”
    She was dismissed. She hadn’t seen Bill leaving, much less coming back into the room, but he had done so. He had apparently been assigned to see her out.
    He squeezed her arm as he walked her through the door. “A lot more than great eyes, Serena,” he told her. That was Bill—trying to be nice, trying to make her feel better. A nice, even-tempered guy. Why hadn’t she been able to fall for him? In life, not even chemistry seemed fair. She had to go for the uncompromising macho man who gave no quarter.
    “Thanks,” she said softly. “Bill—”
    “Hey, that was from a friend. Who hoped to be more, but I’m still glad to be a friend. A friend who’s worried about you. Please—”
    “Hey!” she murmured. She studied his handsome, too serious face, then gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be very careful.”
    He nodded, ready to call in me next person. “Ms. Allona Sainge?”
    Allona rose. “Here—right here,” she said to Bill. Then, “Santa Claus—or jugular chewer?” she whispered to Serena.
    “Hm. Mostly Mr. Claus. Honestly. But watch out for vein chomping, anyway.”
    Allona grimaced. “See you later, baby.”
    Serena nodded and watched as Allona