Skye Cree 03: The Bones Will Tell Read Online Free

to think he’d formed a bond with most of them. Lately life had created new opportunities. That’s what he chose to think anyway at the turn in the road his life had taken—ever since that night he’d met a certain Native American woman with violet eyes.
    By the time Josh reached suite three hundred, his curiosity had reached new heights.
    When he opened the door, their eyes met—his gray, almost silver—hers the deepest blue. His heart practically stuttered in his chest at her narrow Native American face with its high cheekbones and the long, raven hair.
    Since meeting Skye in that dark alleyway almost a year earlier he’d felt like he’d tapped into the mother-lode. That hadn’t changed since tying the knot.
    At the sight of her, his lips curved up.
    Skye tilted her head and met a smile for a smile. For that brief moment, she stopped thinking about death and appreciated what was right in front of her. Not in a million years would she have ever believed this man would be such an integral part of her life now.
    H is black hair fell gently around his shoulders. Its length didn’t detract from the man’s shrewd sense of business or his ability to dress the part of a man in charge, a man who ran a successful gaming empire. There was no doubt he’d made some bucks over the years. But Skye knew he was as down to earth as a guy could get.
    “I got here as soon as I could.”
    Skye’s face told him what he already knew. Not two hours earlier he’d left her in a perfect state after they’d made love. And now, someone had put an end to that blissful scene by sending her remains.
    He took another look around the small office knowing full well his wife wasn’t prone to exaggeration or posturing to get a reaction. He met her in front of the folding table, taking a stance beside her at the box and peered inside. His recently acquired wolf instincts kicked into overdrive. “This is no joke, Skye. Those are definitely human bones.”
    “ I figured as much. That’s why I’ve already called Harry. After I calmed down a little and bothered to go through the box for a closer inspection, I determined that for myself.”
    Josh nodded and began to scan the note, then read it through a second time. “Welcome back to the ugly world we left. Looks like, our vacation is officially over and you’ve been challenged.”
    “Looks like I have. That old copy of the Seattle Times you see is dated 1992. I didn’t want to handle it too much but…it’s the classified section, help wanted ads, a few personals, a whole lot of used cars for sale. You know what it means though? We’ll have to check every missing teen or woman in the area from that general timeframe to get a bead on this guy.”
    “The newspaper might not even be a viable clue though as to the date of the bones. Simply put, it could be nothing more than a false lead.”
    “ I thought of that. But that’s why we’ll have to eliminate it first. There’s no other way. If it turns out the paper is in anyway a reference to the year Julie or Janie died, it means the killer’s been at this for a very long time. There’s no other conclusion, Josh. It’s a morbid thought. The idea that this woman’s remains aren’t even complete is just…sad. Do you think he kept the rest?”
    “Oh yeah. I think he would. Don’t you?”
    “I do. It means he has a trophy room somewhere and at least a twenty-year head start.”
    “I don’t like the sound of that.”
    The voice came from the open doorway where Harry Drummond stood. The look on his face was that of a beleaguered homicide detective. A uniformed cop trailed Harry while a crime scene technician followed behind the patrolman. The tech carried a camera and a metal briefcase containing his equipment. The new triad immediately clustered around the desk and the box. It didn’t take long for the small space to feel cramped.
    Bobbing his head in Skye’s direction, Harry wanted to know, “You touch anything?”
    She sent him a