Skeletons in the Mist (The McCall Twins) Read Online Free Page B

wouldn’t be in the mail until Friday, which was four days away. Not only that, it had been docked several hours according to Myles, who had snooped into payroll for her. It wasn’t going to do her much good, in other words. She was going to need a job, and soon.
    Somehow that fact seemed easy to push into the back of her mind compared to the problem she had to deal with now with her brothers.
    The town hall loomed up in front of her, its large cement pillars somewhat intimidating for a small town like Cavern Creek. She knew the police department was housed behind the large glass double doors in front. A division of the Spokane city department, the substation housed ten or twelve cops, including a desk person. She remembered when the change from the sheriff’s department to the substation had occurred. She’d been twelve atthe time. Her father had been against the restructuring, but it had been a bureaucratic thing.
    She felt sadness for the fact that the change in the department had been the beginning of the end for her father professionally. He’d retired a few years later, and lost himself in a deep depression.
    Forcing her thoughts back to the present, she let out a sigh of determination. She would have to handle this. Regardless of the memories surrounding her childhood, Dylan and Devon needed her. Sad as it was, she was all they had left.
    She picked up her duffel bag and shouldered her way past one of the glass doors, and into the not so spacious lobby. There was an elevator to the right that led upstairs to the mayor’s office and two more glass doors on the left that led to the police department. Being that it was a busy Monday afternoon, the building was crawling with activity.
    Roxy entered the police department, ignoring the feeling of déjà vu that swarmed her, and headed for the front desk. Two uniformed police officers stood behind the counter, one a man, the other a woman. Neither acknowledged her until she cleared herthroat.
    The woman looked up, her dark eyes assessing as she viewed Roxy’s face, and then the rest of her, right down to the bag at her feet. “May I help you?” she finally said, her smile never quite reaching her eyes.
    Roxy had seen some attractive women in her life, but this woman took the cake. She was model tall and slim. The police uniform that would make most female officers look manly did nothing to distinguish the curves on this woman. She had dark hair, neatly combed back in a braid, and deep set brown eyes that gave her somewhat of a European look. She was stunning, in a word. Roxy momentarily wished she’d taken the time to find a place to shower and change. She’d been in a bus for hours and hadn’t cleaned up in nearly two days.
    “Can I help you?” the police officer repeated, obviously growing impatient.
    “Yes,” Roxy finally said, struggling to remember the name of the detective she’d talked to several days earlier. “I’m looking for a detective. McCall. At least I think that was his name.” She watched aflicker of interest move through the woman’s eyes. Then they narrowed impatiently.
    “Which McCall would you be looking for?”
    Now it was Roxy’s turn to narrow her eyes. “There’s more than one?”
    “There are more than two,” the male officer said, slightly more friendly than the woman was. He grinned halfway. “There are three. Two detectives, one officer. All brothers.”
    Her gaze narrowed further. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
    “We wish he was,” the woman said sarcastically. Obviously she had some sort of personal nature with one of these brothers. She gave Roxy another look of impatience. “If you can remember his first name, that would help.”
    Her mind was reading blank, and she shrugged helplessly.
    “There’s Chas, Trace and Josh,” the male officer said. “Chas and Trace are both detectives. Either one of those ring a bell?”
    “Chas,” Roxy decided definitively. The strange name seemed