Harmonized Read Online Free

back in town for thirty days and no one told him? Although, why should they? She’d left him almost a decade ago. It’s not like he’d sat around waiting for her to come back.
    She accused him of not remembering her, but clearly he was the one who had been forgotten.
    â€œNo, I was here a month ago. I went back to Mexico after the baby was born. I only got back here on Tuesday.” Karma appeared to be having an internal struggle. She opened her mouth and closed it again. Zig watched in annoyed fascination as she finally kept it shut.
    Exhaling his aggravation, Zig grabbed his notebook and pen from where he’d dropped them on the desk and prepared to take her statement. “Give me everything you have, Ms. De La Cruz. How can you be sure he’s alive? Have you seen him?”
    â€œYes! I helped deliver him. Oh wait, you mean since the incident. No.” Karma shook her head. “I haven’t exactly seen Wesley. I’ve seen his aura though. It’s right there in the picture. The color’s starting to disappear around the edges. It’s why I’m here. I think something is wrong. Looking at the picture, he seems to be fading away.”
    ***
    Zig opened his mouth to say something but the sound of the front door opening cut off his words. Cops and cold wind gusted into the room. Change of shift had officially begun. The reception area filled with noise: the clomping of cop shoes, discussion of scenes, orders, and general grumblings about the weather.
    Reynolds and O’Dell, never ones to stay past end of shift if they could help it, strode in with the incoming crowd. They started past Zig but he stepped to the right, blocking their path.
    This was his chance to get rid of Karma. Raising a palm, Zig stopped the detectives. “Sirs, this woman has been waiting to see you.” Zig gestured to Karma.
    Surprise and another emotion—hurt, maybe?—crossed her face briefly before she schooled her features. The sight of her reaction almost had Zig offering to help her himself, but Karma stepped around him, making a beeline for the detectives.
    Extending her hand, she plastered a smile to her face. “I’m Carmelita. I’m here to talk to you about the Bremer baby.”
    The detectives exchanged sorrowful looks, but nodded in tandem. “Officer Harmon, please show our guest to interview room B. Give us a second to take off our coats, Carmelita, and we’ll be right into speak with you.”
    If she was as surprised by Reynolds’s courtesy as Zig, Karma didn’t show it. She dutifully followed Zig down the hallway without speaking.
    The relief he’d expected didn’t come. Only a vague sense of unease, unfinished business. Zig shoved it down. He didn’t have time to deal with it. Seeing Karma again, stirred up old hurts and worse, a not-so-old arousal. She’d been pretty in her youth. As an adult she was heart-stoppingly gorgeous. A pinch of something he could define only as regret pierced his chest as sharply as the knife that had put him in the hospital.
    Too bad. He didn’t have time for anything as inconsequential as regret either. His shift had finally ended. He had more pressing issues. Like the fact that he needed to go home and get some ice on his shoulder.
    Pushing open the door to the tiny interview room, he swept his arm wide. Karma stepped in and squeezed herself into the chair nestled between the wall and the oversize brown laminate table. Her eyes huge but her chin set at a determined tilt, she folded her hands on the table and met his gaze.
    And there it was, that zing of awareness that had always existed between them. It sizzled in the air, confusing the hell out of him. He needed distance. Stepping back, he started to close the door.
    â€œZiggy,” she began then stopped, shifted in her seat, and then spoke more quietly. “I hope you’ve had a good life. You may not believe it, but leaving you was the