plans for naught.
“Where’s Kate?” I asked.
“At the doctor’s.”
“Oh no—she doesn’t have that flu, does she?”
He beamed. “No. Just a checkup. We’re having a baby.”
“Congratulations.”
“Thanks.” He looked down at his hands, then back up.
“I’m being arraigned on Monday.”
“The breaking and entering?”
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He nodded. “With a plea deal, I’ll get probation.”
Ana would probably have him in my office by the end of next week looking for a job.
I slipped the pictures out of my pocket, handed them to him. “An early baby gift.”
His light blue eyes widened. “Where’d you find them?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Why not give them to the police?”
“Noreen’s suicide note all but seals the case. There’s no need to have these pictures passed around the squad room.”
“I can’t thank you enough,” he said.
“No need.” I stood. “Just keep loving your wife.”
“That I can promise.”
I looked up, saw Kevin standing in the Grabinskys’ driveway watching me.
After a second he turned and walked away.
I rolled over in bed, answered the persistent ringing of my cell phone.
Under other circumstances I’d have let it ring, but with Tam being so close to delivery and Mr. Cabrera still under observation, I couldn’t ignore it.
A warm hand reached out, rubbed my bare back as I answered. “This is Nina Quinn.”
“This is Josh Drake,” the voice on the other end of the line said.
Josh Drake? Who was Josh Drake?
Lips pressed against my spine.
Okay, I didn’t care who Josh Drake was. I just needed him to get off the phone so those lips could press other places.
“Sorry, I think you have the wrong number.”
“I don’t think so,” the man said.
I wasn’t in the mood to argue the point. “Can I call you back?”
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“Actually, I’m looking for Bobby. Is he there? Because he’s not answering his phone. It’s important.”
Josh . . . Oh, Josh Drake! Bobby’s cousin—the lawyer.
I looked over my shoulder, at the naked man in bed with me. “For you.”
“Now?” He grumbled about lousy timing.
“Apparently. It’s Josh.”
Bobby leaned up on his elbow, took the phone. It was my turn to distract him. Fair’s fair. Besides, it was fun.
“Uh-huh,” Bobby said, unable to take his eyes off me.
I could hear Josh talking a mile a minute, but I couldn’t make out exactly what he was saying.
“Yeah, I promise,” Bobby rushed to say. “Whatever you need, Josh, I’ll do. I’ll call you tomorrow for the details.”
The phone landed on the floor amidst the pile of hastily discarded clothing.
Bobby pulled me close to him. “Where were we?”
“What did you just promise him?”
