Lauren Nichols

Marked for Murder


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Can we get together in a day or two? Hopefully, I’ll have some time by then.”

      “Of course,” Jenna replied, her concern deepening. “Just give me a call. Or show up. I’m always here.”

      Yes, she was—day in, night out. “We need to talk about that, too, sometime. You should get out more.”

      “I do. I go to the grocery store, I go to church and occasionally I even have lunch with my good friend Margo or take in a movie.”

      “You know that’s not what I mean,” Margo returned gently.

      Jenna smiled. “I know. But it’s all I can handle right now.”

      They were a pair, Margo thought as she left that manila envelope in Cole’s room, then drove off. If things didn’t change, neither of them would ever again have a life that included the male of the species.

      Seven hours later, she’d finished an enlightening phone conversation with an officer from a neighboring county, and was preparing to leave when Cole strode into the office. He was all broad shoulders and narrow hips in faded jeans and a navy polo shirt. Margo drew a stabilizing breath.

      “Can you get away for a few minutes?” he asked.

      “Actually, I’m on my way out the door right now,” she replied. Part-timer Charlie Banks, who was now racking up full-time hours, was talking on the phone trying to track down a man Leanne Hudson had been seeing, but so far, no luck. Chase Merritt—whom Hudson’s roommate, Ellie Cortino, had identified—seemed to have dropped off the face of the earth. They’d questioned the volleyball team yesterday, and now Brett was at the park, interviewing two teenage employees who’d been out of town when the murder occurred. And dear Sarah was handling yet another call from the media. The office was covered.

      Margo came around her desk. “You found my gift?” Everyone knew about Cole’s involvement now. And like always, supportive Sarah, Charlie and Brett, who’d also worked with him, were all for it.

      “Yes. Thank you.”

      “Good. Just let me grab my sunglasses and let the troops know where I’ll be for the next few hours. Then I’ll see you outside.”

      Cole narrowed his gaze. “Where will you be?”

      She started to say she’d tell him later when the door opened again and an angry young man blew inside.

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