here.”
“Wait!” she cried. “The first kid’s throat was slit, wasn’t it.”
He frowned and rubbed his temple, then glanced at his watch. “Don’t you have somebody’s life to ruin later this morning?” he asked tiredly. “I don’t know why you interrupted your beauty sleep to come out here, but—” He began to turn away.
“Dev—Detective Gautier, please,” she said quickly. “I have a DVD. You really need to see it.”
…
NOPD Detective Devereux Gautier paused a split second to frown at the woman who’d uncovered the past he’d tried so hard to bury. And exposed his shame for all the world to see.
“A DVD?” he repeated impatiently. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Even shrouded by all that curly red hair, Reghan Connor’s green eyes sparked visibly to life, and her expression shifted from desperation to anticipation. He knew immediately that he’d given himself away. Despite how he felt about her—or maybe even because of it—deep down he doubted she’d have shown up here if she didn’t truly believe she had something.
When he’d looked up a few moments ago and seen her standing in the middle of his crime scene as if she belonged there, all the frustration and grief and anger of the past week—hell, of the past five months—had boiled up inside him until he’d felt as if he’d explode. After what she’d done to him, she ought to be scared to come within fifty yards of him. But here she was, looking more earnest and more nervous than he’d ever seen her.
“It’s important,” she said. “It could give us answers.”
“Us?” he echoed, raising a wary brow.
She ducked her head and a wavy strand of hair fell out of the clip that held it. It would be a hell of a lot easier to deal with her if she’d cut off that damned hair.
One delicately boned shoulder lifted in a half-shrug. “You. Whatever.”
He jammed his fingers into his back pockets and stared down his nose at her, enjoying the fluttering of her eyelids and the slight tremor of her bottom lip that told him she was intimidated. She was a brave one, though. Big men, dangerous men, had crumbled under this same glare. “A DVD?” he said again, with more than a hint of skepticism. “Okay. So give it to me.” He held out a hand.
Her eyes widened, and her hand fluttered to her throat. “Oh,” she said. That shoulder lifted again. “I didn’t bring it with me.” She crossed her arms, pushing the small, perfect breasts that were obscured by her blouse into clear definition.
“Hey, Detective Gautier,” a voice called from behind him.
He angled his head toward the officer. “Yeah?”
“How far you want us to take the door-to-door?”
“Check with Givens. He’s the primary.”
“He said to ask you. Said you’re more familiar with the area.”
Good old Givens. The junior detective would appear a lot smarter if he’d quit taking every opportunity to rub Dev’s nose in the fact that Captain Hamilton had refused to let Dev take lead on the case. Hamilton was right. Dev knew the victims personally. That made it a conflict of interest. “Okay,” he said on a sigh. “Make sure you cover anyone who might have been around here in the past twenty-four to thirty-six hours. Widen it another couple of blocks anyhow.”
“You got it, Detective.”
Before he could turn his attention back to Connor, Givens hailed him. “The medical examiner’s here. If you want to hear what she has to say.”
Dev spotted Dr. Elizabeth Lowery standing near the body. He ground his jaw and turned back to the reporter. “I’m a little busy here,” he said, letting his frustration slip into his voice. “So why don’t you run along home now. You can bring your DVD to the station later.One of my officers will be happy to take your statement.”
Her green eyes flashed. She caught her lower lip between her teeth. His gaze went to her mouth before he could stop it. He’d tasted those lips, touched those teeth with