You Belong to Me (The Baltimore Series)
Karen Rose
Language: English
Pages: 512
ISBN: 0451233573
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Baltimore city Homicide Detective J.D. Fitzpatrick has seen a lot of violence but nothing like the trail of tortured bodies that are turning up throughout the city. And now he's starting to suspect that his medical examiner, Dr. Lucy Trask, may be shielding a dark secret that could connect her to these vicious killings-and put her next on the killer's hit list...
original police report and Dr. Trask will search for the girl’s autopsy report.” Lucy held up her phone. “I already requested Ileanna and Ricky Joyner’s autopsy reports.” “I heard her,” Hyatt said. “Tell her thank you.” “I will,” J.D. said. “Have we ID’d Jane Doe yet?” “Yes,” Drew said. “Her prints were in the system. Her name is Sue Ellen Lamont. She was arrested three years ago, credit card scam.” “So far,” Elizabeth Morton said, “nobody’s reported her missing. She’s got a closet full of
visit from a BPD homicide detective asking about me.” Clay wanted to groan. June was Alyssa’s roommate and not the sharpest crayon in the box. “What did she tell them?” His eyes narrowed. “What could she tell them?” “Just that I’m here. I called her to let her know I was okay, so she wouldn’t worry. And I told her to lock the door. Just in case Evan decides to get rid of everyone who knew him.” His annoyance dissipated. She was right. As long as Evan was free, there was danger. “What else did
father roared at me. Buck said he didn’t do it, that Joyner ate his gun. But he knew what kind of gun it was, and your father flinched. Later I checked. That wasn’t in any of the information released.” “What happened to the necklace, Mother?” “Your father grabbed it from me, said he’d throw it in the bay. Buck grabbed it back, said it was his mistake, he’d take care of it. He was so angry when he left on his motorcycle. He never came back. That was the last time I saw him.” “The day of Buck’s
looking for Ted. Why?” His dark eyes studied hers intently. “You already know. So why do you ask?” “Those IDs were excellent work. They fooled us all.” “Should I say thank you or call my attorney?” “The first one, I think.” His eyes narrowed. “Why?” “You wanted to do the right thing, Mr. Maynard. When my child was at risk you did do the right thing. Sometimes I need information. Sometimes it’s not always . . . easy to come by.” “Or legal?” “Sometimes. Sometimes people need help and the
died.” “So you went to Stevie’s grief group.” He nodded. “She set me straight again.” “Then the grief group is even more lovely.” He smiled. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard it called lovely. More like a ribbon of gristle in a steak. You just chew your way through it and spit out what you can. Speaking of steak, let’s get dinner when we’re done here.” She winced. “I don’t know. I was hungry earlier. Now, not so much.” “You cut up dead people all day and a little gristle bothers you?” She