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Killer Secrets
Book: Killer Secrets Read Online Free
Author: Katie Reus
Tags: Romance
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going to anonymously mail the card to the police station but now I wonder…”
    “It’s evidence. You need to turn it over.” It wasn’t necessarily hard to make a body disappear in west Texas so if someone had taken Martin out to the desert to bury him, Mac doubted they’d ever discover his corpse. But if Eve could get the cops riled up enough to dig into things, maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing. He glanced at her as they pulled up to a stoplight.
    “I’ll do it today.” She chewed on her bottom lip as she stared out the windshield.
    “What else are you thinking of doing?”
    “Nothing. I’m simply wondering if there’s a way for us to get his phone records.”
    Mac shook his head and made a right turn when the light switched to green. “Not without a warrant, you know that.”
    She was silent as he steered into the feed store parking lot. Something that worried him. When she shifted in her seat to face him, he couldn’t help himself.
    Reaching out, he cupped her cheek. Apparently he really was a masochist. No good could come of this, but feeling her soft skin against his callous roughened palm was like holding silk. Her mouth parted slightly, invitingly. If he kissed those pink lips now he’d never want to stop. Instead he kissed her forehead lightly and drew back. “Please don’t do anything stupid today, Eve.”
    “I won’t.” Her voice was raspy and sexy.
    “I’ll have one of the guys drop me off at your place later tonight. Call me and let me know when you’ll be heading home. I’ll try to get there at the same time.”
    For a moment she looked like she might argue but she nodded. “Okay.”
    Getting out of his truck and leaving her was the last thing he wanted to do but he ordered his body to obey.
     
    Eve stupidly lifted her fingers to her forehead after she pulled out of the parking lot. She didn’t understand Mac. Since he’d moved back to town he’d kept his distance from her. Not physically, but she could almost feel him withdrawing from her sometimes when they saw each other. And now he wanted to be all sweet and concerned. Not to mention he’d freaking kissed her last night.
    She so didn’t need that right now. Allen Martin was dead and no one knew about it. Since she obviously couldn’t count on the police to do their job, she needed to find out what was going on and find the killer. The DA’s car had ‘suddenly’ been stolen. More likely it had been used to transport a body then disposed of.
    She had to get Martin’s phone records. If she could find out who he’d been in contact with lately, she might get a lead. A small part of her wanted to tell the sheriff, but she wasn’t sure he’d believe her. And if she opened up that can of worms and he didn’t, the whole town would know about it by sunset and the killer would have no doubt she’d been the one at the Underwood mansion last night. She’d become a walking target, she still wouldn’t have a clue who had killed Martin and the police wouldn’t be concerned if they didn’t think Martin was dead.
    Her money was on the DA, but what if it was his wife? Or someone who worked for them? And who was the guy with the accent who’d chased her?
    Shaking her head, she put her hands-free earpiece in and called her boss. After letting him know she planned to run down a few interviews, she was almost to her destination. When she steered into Iris Bunwell Martin’s driveway she braced herself. Iris, or Bunny, as she liked to call herself, was nice enough. Sometimes she was a lot to take though. Big blonde hair, big voice, big…other assets.
    Bunny opened the door a few seconds after Eve rang the doorbell. Her blue eyes widened a fraction, then surprising concern filled her expression. “Hi, Eve. Is everything all right?”
    Eve cleared her throat, hating that she had to question Bunny. They weren’t friends but they were acquaintances. Bunny and her mother had been on a few charitable boards together. That was the one bad
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