The Man Behind The Badge. Dawn Stewardson

didn’t even occur to him that the problem was Evan Reese until Espizito shoved his door shut behind them and said, “Okay, let’s hear your version of the visit you paid this Reese character.”

      “You mean the one yesterday or the one this morning?” he asked, buying himself a few seconds to think.

      “Which do you figure I mean?” Espizito snapped. “The guy phoned me ten minutes ago, screaming police brutality.”

      “What? I didn’t touch him.”

      “Maybe not, but did you threaten to?”

      “I told him to leave Parker’s sister alone. That was basically it.”

      “Then you headed directly to the sister’s apartment? On your own?”

      He shrugged, glad he’d already known that Reese had followed him. Otherwise, Espizito would have caught him even more off guard.

      “Did you?” he demanded.

      “Yes.”

      “And Reese says you were at her place last night. And that since it was after he called her it had to have been late.”

      Crap. Instead of implying he’d merely talked to Celeste on the phone, he’d specifically told Reese he’d gone there. As a way of emphasizing how upset she’d been. But it looked as if he shouldn’t have gotten specific.

      “Is that true? Were you there alone with her last night, too?”

      “Lieutenant, the guy had called and scared her. Hank was already on his way home, and I just wanted to—”

      “Don’t give me any crap, Quinn. Reese said it’s obvious you like her. Do you?”

      Travis mentally kicked himself once more. His partner realizing he found Celeste attractive was one thing. But it must be written all over him for a stranger to have picked up on it.

      “Do you?” Espizito repeated.

      “No. She seems like a nice woman, that’s all.”

      “Ballantyne was in earlier. And I asked him about the Parker case. According to your own partner, this nice woman—who, by the way, he mentioned is a looker—could be our killer.”