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Heather approached the entrance to Hughes Heights. Stopped at the gate house, behind a pair of dark luxury SUVs. Her smaller economy one looked out of place in the rich crowd neighborhood. The guard raised the arm and let the first car in.
Sol kept driving by.
His phone rang. He answered. Like he was supposed to.
Bastards had another job for him tonight. He’d have to meet up with other camels, as the drivers were called. They were going to make a run.
Tonight.
Drive more of that damned OPJ places it had no business going.
He told them a lie. That he couldn’t get away. He just couldn’t do it.
Not tonight.
He couldn’t drive that shit in any longer. He couldn’t watch someone else’s baby die because of it.
Until the voice on the phone said the words that chilled him to his soul. Either he played the game. Or Maribeth’s mother would pay the price. They had him. And he knew it. Sol would do exactly what he was told.
Damn his soul. He’d rot in hell for what he was letting happen.
But he didn’t know how to stop it.
19
Handley stayed where he was, and watched the woman for a moment. Some women were made to get attention. This was one of them.
Photographs did not do her justice.
She was going to be a worthy adversary.
This was the first time Handley had seen her in person.
It was hard to look away. Very hard to look away.
Men would always stop and look at women like the TSP detective in front of him right now.
There she was. Right there. The woman who was now assigned to finding him exclusively. Handley’s case was no longer in the hands of that pain-in-the-ass Detective Jarrod Foster.
Thankfully.
Handley had been struggling to stay one step ahead of that detective for years. If Foster knew how often he had almost caught Handley, well…
But Jarrod Foster hadn’t.
And now Handley had been turned over to a brand-new Major Crimes detective. Who coheaded the Cold Case division with Detective Foster.
A woman who was the type to make grown men sit up and beg, he had been told. Handley had scoffed at that. Men didn’t beg over women.
Not if they had any pride.
Now, after seeing her in the flesh—he smiled as he imagined enjoying that in a literal sense—he believed it. The woman was fascinating, alluring.
Lieutenant Heather Holly Coleson. She had just turned thirty-four a few weeks ago. A very feminine name for a woman he strongly suspected wanted to hide that femininity completely while on the job.
One of the new Colesons of Finley Creek. A single mother of two young daughters—Francisca and Kemberly. Yes, he had had his man Colin research his new foe.
Handley thought Colin, something of a ladies’ man, had greatly enjoyed today’s sudden task. Colin had researched the woman in question quite thoroughly. Handley had photographs of her in the file he held.
