The Killing Times (An FBI Romance Thriller (book 1)) Read Online Free

It may have been ‘ sucker ’ instead, but it didn’t matter.
    Clearly, she was both.
    “Sheriff!” yelled Tyrell, standing haphazardly in the boat. “We have something !” He began pulling up the line that the divers tugged at to signal they found something, “and it’s gotta be big!”
    Elizabeth moved closer to the shore and watched as the bubbles surfaced. First there were but a few, but as time progressed, there were more and more. Finally, a bloated body surfaced ahead of the diver. It popped up like some sick buoy.
    “Sweet blessed Jesus,” muttered Horace, as he st ood beside the sheriff, grabbing her hand and crossing himself. “I told you I saw a body!”
    Immediately, the trained professional in her too k over. “Tony, call the station. We have a crime scene! Get the ME and his team out here ASAP!” She turned to the crowd before continuing, “Everyone back! This is now a crime scene, and we need to preserve any evidence that may be on the shore. No one goes anywhere. I’ll need to interview each and every one of you before you’re free to go. Give me a few minutes to handle the victim, and I’ll be with you all shortly.”
    It was as if she never stopped dealing with death. It all came back effortlessly.
    People began whispering as Tony tossed her the crime scene tape and began dialing his cell. “Here you go, boss,” he said, before walking back to his vehicle.
    “Horace, don’t you go anywhere. In fact, it’s hotter than hell out here. Go get in my Jeep and keep cool. I need you completely lucid later for questioning.”
    Elizabeth began cordoning off the crime scene, her eyes never once leaving the body of the redheaded woman being pulled to shore.
    Suddenly, she knew it was all wrong…
    “ Damn it! Head back down boys!” she yelled out to the men, moving towards her with the corpse in tow.
    “What?” yelled back Tyrell, incredulously. “Why? What are we looking for now?”
    “Tyrell,” she paused, hopping she was going to be proved dead wrong; “Horace said he saw a blond, and we fished out a redhead. We have to make sure she didn’t have company down there.”
    “Well shit, Sheriff LaRue!” Tyrell signaled the divers. It was time for round three.
    It was going to be a long hot day , and all she could hope was it didn’t get any worse.
     
     
     
     
    Six hours later, they indeed found another body. It brought the count up to two, and Horace had absolutely been right. He did indeed see a blonde. To confirm his story, all they had to do was look for the fishing line and hook embedded in her leg.
    Elizabeth sent Tyrell off duty . He had a wife and kids to go home to, and even though he protested, she kicked him off scene. He did his time in the sun, and his shift was officially over. Two bodies in one eight hour shift was more than enough for anyone to have to stomach in one day.
    She jumped when Deputy Morel tapped her on the shoulder, pulling her back to reality . In his outstretched hand was the offering of an iced coffee and a wicked grin on his face.
    “You scared the hell out of me !” she exclaimed, glaring at him. The whole body thing reminded her a bit too much like the life she had run from last year.
    “Hey now Lyzee, it’s not my fault you were zoned out. It’s not like I snuck up on you.”
    She glared more , as she leaned toward him. “Sheriff LaRue, Elizabeth, or yes ma’am,” she corrected, staring him down as she tried to not laugh at the face he was purposely making.
    Tony took all her comments with a grain of salt. They had this conversation at least once a day. Eventually, he’d wear her down. Using her nickname was a habit. He’d been calling her Lyzee, since they started making out behind the drive-in screen on the bench seat of his Chevy.
    “Oh, I beg your pardon, Sher iff Elizabeth LaRue, but really if you’ve seen someone half-naked, and swapped gum then almost all formality should be pushed aside.”
    Elizabeth couldn’t help the un-lady