Dark Pursuit

Kaitlan sagged against the wall, disbelief eating a deep, dark hole inside her. Craig had told her about the two killings. But he knew far too much for a mere beat cop, details only the investigators should know—like the black and green silk fabric. He’d claimed his father, the chief of police, had told him everything. She wasn’t supposed to say a word to anyone.

Kaitlan shook her head. So what? So he knew too much. He and his father were close. Chief Barlow would have talked to him.

But Craig was the only person with a key to her place. And he’d been here. She’d found his pen.

No. He couldn’t have done this.

Three months ago Craig Barlow had stolen her heart. He was charming and a little mysterious. Abercrombie model gorgeous, with deep blue eyes and grooves around his mouth when he smiled. Craig was private, not a lot of friends. Often he didn’t open up as much as she’d like. But he’d been good to her. They’d fallen in love. With her past, finding someone stable and strong like him had been incredible.

Kaitlan shivered. She didn’t care about the pen or the fact that he knew too much about the killings. Craig couldn’t kill anybody. There had to be another explanation.

Maybe the body was here before he came.

But then why did he leave it? A police officer wouldn’t just walk away from a crime scene. And why hadn’t he called her?

Okay, then someone did it after he was here.

But who? And how did that person get in?

How long had the woman been dead?

Heart pounding, Kaitlan edged to the bed. She raised a hand to touch the body, to see if it was cold. Twice she pulled back. The third time she grazed the woman’s wrist.

Still warm.

What did that mean? She died an hour ago? Two?

Craig would know. He lived for crime. He watched all the forensics shows on TV, wrote every chance he got on the suspense manuscript he never let anybody see …

A memory reeled through Kaitlan, and her hands flew to her mouth. He’d told her his favorite scenes to write were about the killer. And he wrote those scenes in first person.

She swallowed hard. No. She still couldn’t believe this.

Kaitlan glanced out the front window. Whoever did this must have thought she’d be at work all day. What if he came back?

She ran out of the room.

Kaitlan stumbled into the kitchen. She had to call 911. Head throbbing, she thrust a hand into her purse for her cell—and it rang just as she touched it. Craig’s tone.

She jumped and snatched back her hand.

A second ring.

Kaitlan pulled out the phone and stared at it, eyes wide.

Third ring.

He expected her to be at work. There, she would answer the phone.

Why was she afraid to answer? He didn’t do this.

Kaitlan flipped the phone open, willing herself to sound calm. “Craig?”

“Hi. You sound out of breath.”

And he sounded … not right. Tight-throated.

“Oh.” She laughed, gripping the edge of the table. “I was just coming out of the bathroom at the back of the shop and somebody said my cell was ringing.”

Her eyes squeezed shut. Why had she lied?

Silence. “Really.” Craig’s voice lowered, heavy with suspicion. Like he knew.

Kaitlan stilled, that deep hole inside her widening. No. This can’t be.

“I was just calling to check on you,” he said.

During his shift? He’d never done that before.

“Oh. Well. Thanks.” She swallowed. “Were you … at my apartment today?”

“No.” The word was clipped, hard. “Why do you ask?”

Kaitlan’s heart flipped over. Her eyes fastened on his pen lying on the table. “No reason.”

“Then why do you sound so funny?”

Why do you?

Her mind thrashed for something to say. “Your day going okay?”

“Yeah.” Defensiveness crept into his tone. “Just out patrolling, giving speeding tickets. Pretty boring.”

Out patrolling. Alone. He could have been here, done this, and nobody would know. Besides, the tone of his voice. Denying he’d been here. He was lying.

She picked up his pen and gripped it hard. “Oh. Sorry to hear that.”

No response. Kaitlan could hear Craig breathing over the line, like he was waiting for her to admit she wasn’t at work.

But how would he know that?

Her fingers curled around the phone. “Are we still on for tonight?

“Why wouldn’t we be?” he snapped. “You know I’d never miss my sister’s birthday.”

He’d never talked to her like that before. “Sure. Of course.” No way could she face that dinner. Like she could eat.

His pen burned in her fingers. She tossed it down.

“Please be ready on time.” His tone evened a little. “You know Dad hates it when people are late.”

“Okay, I will. ’Bye.”

Kaitlan threw the phone into her purse and fell into a chair. She dropped her head in her hands.

He’d just called to say hi. She’d imagined his suspicion.

No, you didn’t. He’d called to make sure she was at work.

But this was crazy. Craig was no killer. She would find another explanation.

Please, God.