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Yet they still plead it in court and on their way to jail.
I step out of the car and see even more guys pulling in. Pine Grove isn’t tiny but it’s not the big city either and murders like this are rare.
Even more rare is having a witness… or suspect at the scene. I walk around the car and help Allie out. “I need to see the cameras.”
She nods warily and unlocks the gym again. The place is eerily quiet and dark. Every time I’ve been here before it’s been full of happy or at least motivated people and loud, upbeat music. So loud sometimes that you can’t hear yourself think about how damn sore your body is, the rhythmic thump, thump of the machines the only sounds in the beat or two between music.
She walks me back to an office and unlocks it as well, swinging the door open and then switching on a light. Doesn’t take her long to boot up the computer and then the cameras show on the screen. She pulls the VHS and concentrating, her little pink tongue slips out and then her teeth nibble at her bottom lip and just like that… I’m fucking hard again. Taking a deep breath, I push that shit aside.
I’m working hereI groan to my dirty-ass brain that’s trying to shove all these images in about what I could do to her on that desk or against that wall. I’m not picky.
She’s finally got the right spot on the video and we start watching. As per usual, it’s grainy but still better than a lot of other places.
I see her start to walk across the parking lot but I didn’t see anything before that.
“Can you run it back? Shouldn’t there have been an attack before that if that was you?”
She nods and runs it back further. I see laughing, happy people calling to each other and leaving and then nothing. Nothing at all.
We keep it running and then I see her walking out again. Her dark brown eyes look up at me and I lean over her, touching her shoulder lightly, hoping that she doesn’t realize that just that simple touch has me so hard that it feels like my dick is going to punch its way out of my pants.
She’s walking across the screen and I try not to be fascinated by how her full hips sway in front of me. I see her head come up and she’s looking side to side. The cameras aren’t good enough but I bet if I could see, she’d be nervous, her eyes wide and worried.
There’s clearly something going on.
Then she starts to back away and panic roars through me when I see that dark figure move into the screen, his eyes on her and a knife in his hand, clearly visible. She turns to run around the car and drops her keys and even though she’s right here in front of me, my heart surges, terrified.
She could have been killed. She could have died tonight and I never would have told her how I feel. Never would have got the chance to hold her in my arms and kiss her so hard that neither of us can breathe. Never would have lowered her to my bed, with her dark eyes watching me, her lower lip stuck between her teeth and felt her body welcome me inside her, the lush heat of her surrounding me.
And that would have been a fucking tragedy because the way I feel about this woman is primal, fierce. A force to be reckoned with.
My eyes watch the screen, watch her fleeing in her car like a bat out of hell even as my mind struggles to catch up, lost in what might have been.
“I’m coming home with you tonight or you’re coming to my place.” I order her, standing up straight and stiff, waiting for the blow-up. It doesn’t take long.
“The hell I am!” She surges to her feet and turns around and all of a sudden we’re right on top of each other. The air hums with a wild, static-filled electricity that is impossible to deny.
I don’t even give her the chance to argue. Just pull her tight against me and slam my lips down on hers. She had her mouth open to argue so it’s a lot more than I intended. My tongue surges forward, slipping inside her mouth and dueling with her slick tongue as I wrap my fingers in her soft brown hair and drag her even closer. My breath huffs out of me, my senses reeling from her assault. She smells like shampoo and strawberries and cream and I can’t concentrate on anything but her right now. The way she feels in my arms, the way her body melts against me. The way her soft hair feels tangled in my fingers as I twist her head to go deeper, harder. She fits against me so perfectly.
I hear footsteps in the hall and drag myself away from her, struggling to get my breathing back under control, dragging my hand across my mouth and watching her like a feral animal.
The captain pushes in the door and stops, his eyes widening. He doesn’t say anything though. Not about… whatever.
“Allie Benson? How have you been?”
She smiles and nods at the captain and her eyes are wide, her cheeks flushed.
“I’m good. How have you been?”
“Can’t complain.” His smile slips away. “I saw the mayor out there. I assume you took a look at the video.”
I nod and finally manage to drag my dirty mind out of the gutter. “Yes. With the way the cameras are set up, we miss the actual murder. It’s off camera. But I do see that Allie’s story is accurate. There was a man here and he did chase her.”
Her eyes shoot up, narrowing, and I swear under my breath.
“You didn’t believe me?”
I run my hand through my hair. “It’s just easier if we have corroboration of your version of events. We try not to rely on witness statements exclusively.”
