Intimate Caresses (The Love and Danger Series) Read Online Free

nights?  Were there lots of those?”
    Joan blushed slightly and Brock instantly knew that this woman was either sleeping with the deceased, or had wanted to.  He’d bet money that it was the first. 
    He reached his arm out and grabbed the box of tissues that was sitting on the side table.  “I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, ma’am, but Mr. Silverberg died last night.”  He watched as her face crumpled right in front of him.  Brock extended the box of tissues to her just as she burst into tears.  He thought it was odd that there wasn’t any delay in the reaction.  It was almost as if she were waiting for the news to be given to her, as if she knew what he was going to tell her.  It suddenly occurred to him that she had been using the past tense during their conversation instead of the present tense when describing her boss. 
    That could be because she’d killed the guy, or it could be because she’d heard the news from someone else in the building.  Something like a murder happening in an office wasn’t kept a secret for long.  He let her cry for several excruciating moments before he decided that he’d been patient long enough.
    “Thank you for your time,” Brock said gently, not wanting to put her on the defensive because he’d need to speak to her again, then stood up.  “I think you should probably take the day off.  I don’t think there’s going to be a lot for you to do today.”  He was about to leave the office when he stopped and turned back to her.  “I might have more questions.  Be sure and give the police officers downstairs your contact information, okay?  You might be a huge help to the investigation.”
    Her eyes were wide as she nodded slowly.  Brock noticed the terrified expression and noted it in the back of his mind, storing it away for future reference.  “Thank you for your time.” 
    The woman scurried out of the office and he silently prayed that Colt was finished with the wife.  He suspected that the administrative assistant and the wife should be kept as far apart as possible. 
    He sighed and looked down at his notebook, his eyes scanning the names of the other suspects he needed to interview and lit upon one in particular.  Yes, she was definitely next, he told himself with relish.
    Moving back down the hallway, he stepped into the office of the next woman on his list, the one he’d been itching to talk to ever since getting off of the elevator.  She was busy typing away on her keyboard, but as soon as he stepped into her office, she froze. She lifted her hands off of the keyboard and her whole body turned, facing him.  Her pretty blue eyes widened as she took him in. 
    “Can I help you, O fficer?”
    Brock didn’t wai t for an invitation.  He stepped into the relatively small office and sat down in the only available chair.  “It’s Detective, actually,” he corrected.  “But lots of people make that mistake.”
    She placed her hands in her lap and his mind snapped back to that image of her as a prim librarian, until she let her hair down.  Then she became all…
    He mentally shook his head and forced his eyes to look down at his notes.  “You’ve worked here for how many years?”
    “Three years.  I’m sure this is all in my personnel file.”
    He nodded his head and looked back at her.  “How long have you worked for Jared Silverberg?” he asked.
    Her jaw clenched slightly with that question and Brock had that sensation that she was hiding something again. 
    “I’ve worked for him for eighteen months.”
    “Did you request the transfer to his project?”
    She leaned back in her chair but her posture didn’t relax at all.  “I was promoted to the role of technical manager for the project.  He wanted someone with programming experience and not just project management experience.”
    “And how do you like working for Jared?”
    Nina cringed inwardly at the question.  “Are you here because of human resources?” she