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Автор: Debra Cowan
Издательство: HarperCollins
Серия: Mills & Boon Vintage Intrigue
Жанр произведения: Ужасы и Мистика
Год издания: 0
isbn: 9781472077370
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firefighter academy together, then he was assigned to Station Two about five years ago.”

      A tightness in his voice made Kiley switch her focus to him. “Were you friends?”

      In the glaring, smoke-hazed air, she thought she saw his mouth tighten. “Not really.”

      Was there resentment under his words? “Enemies?”

      “Not exactly. We had a tug-of-war going on over the nozzle.”

      “About who would get it first?”

      He nodded.

      “Know anyone who would want to hurt him?”

      Collier’s gaze bored right through her. “No, but you’ll probably hear different.”

      “Okay,” she said expectantly. At five-nine, Kiley didn’t have to look up to very many men, but she did with the six-foot-plus firefighter. A tiny sliver of awareness shimmied up her spine. What was it about this man? She dismissed the giddiness he put in her stomach, but allowed herself to search his eyes. She saw a rawness there before he shuttered them against her. What was he not telling her?

      Oh, yeah, she was really getting somewhere with this guy. “McClain—”

      “Lazano and I were friends once.” He glanced away, clearly reluctant to talk.

      “It’s better if I hear it from you.”

      He stepped closer, the odor of smoke swirling around her. “He and my fiancée were—” He broke off and dragged a hand down his smoke-buffed face. “I found them together.”

      She drew in a sharp breath. That was brutal. Now she understood the emotion that had flashed through his eyes, and her chest tightened. She really didn’t want to continue this line of questioning, but she had to do her job. “So you had a reason to hate him.”

      “But not kill him.”

      “Your fiancée cheated on you with one of your friends.” Kiley could only imagine the pain. “If my ex took up with one of my friends, I couldn’t find it that easy to forgive.”

      “Not forgiving is a long way from murder, Detective.”

      “Not to some people.” Just because Collier had broken his engagement didn’t mean he wasn’t still in love with his ex. And maybe angry and hurt enough to kill the man who’d betrayed their friendship.

      Anything was possible and he could’ve hired a sniper and been here to fight the fire, but Kiley had a good sense of people. Collier McClain didn’t seem to be the kind of man who would hire someone else to take care of his problems. He would do it himself, face-to-face. The fact that he could’ve easily been the one killed tonight also helped in settling her questions about his involvement. Once she checked his alibis for the nights of the other murders, she could probably mark him off her suspect list officially.

      A glance over her shoulder showed Terra stepping inside the warehouse, but Kiley had more questions. She looked back at her witness. “I may need to talk to you again later.”

      “I’ll be around.” He tucked his helmet under his arm and tunneled a hand through his short, wet hair.

      Annoyed at the way his cool voice knotted her nerves, she moved over to Pitts and Foster, the safety crew who had been sent by Captain Sandusky to talk to her.

      She needed to put aside her personal feelings. The memory of that dance, the feel of Collier’s large hand curled warmly on her hip, the hard length of his body against hers. She had a job to do and she would focus on that. Looking for commonalities between the victims had Kiley asking the same questions she had asked at the other three murder scenes.

      Did tonight’s victim socialize off duty with any of the others? Did he go to the same doctor or church with the other victims? High school or college? Had he been involved in a side business with any of the victims? Again all answers were no.

      About thirty minutes later, she joined Terra outside the front door of the warehouse where the fire investigator again stood talking to Collier McClain. Three firefighters had backed up his story about the cat as well as vouching for him on the other nights in question.

      And the firefighters she’d interviewed had confirmed that he and Lazano did have an ongoing rivalry regarding who would get the nozzle first.

      “The structure is secure enough for us to go inside,” Terra said when Kiley reached her. “It’s lucky the next warehouse is at least three hundred feet away or this whole side of the street might’ve gone up.”

      It appeared this fire, like the others, had been set to lure the firefighters here and kill one of them, but they needed proof. “Did you see anything that hinted at arson?”

      “Not yet. The window was blown out from the inside, probably from heat, but that doesn’t mean we’re looking at arson.” She glanced at Kiley’s feet. “Good, you have on some of our boots. You need a helmet, too.”

      “Is there falling debris?”

      “We want to be prepared.”

      Kiley took a helmet from the firefighter who held one out at Terra’s request and slid it onto her head.

      Collier McClain stood silently to the side. He had cleaned the ash from his face, but there was strain around his gray-green eyes and the same guardedness she hoped he saw in her eyes. She shut off further thoughts of him and followed Terra inside the cavernous concrete and metal building. It smelled of burned coffee, wet ash and the searing odor of charred insulation and chemicals. Light glanced off white burlap bags of coffee stacked on row after row of wooden pallets.

      Strong light streamed from the portable floodlamps, and Kiley stopped, taking a quick look around the soaked floor, wet wooden pallets stacked with now-sopping white bags of coffee.

      “I bagged the padlock so we can check it for prints.”

      Startled to hear McClain’s voice, Kiley spun. “What are you doing?”

      He frowned. “Going through the building.”

      “Why?”

      “He’s my new fire investigator,” Terra said absently. “You know he’s been working with me on his days off. For about the last year and a half.”

      “Yes, but he fought this fire.” She looked away from his level gaze, wishing she’d had a little warning about his more significant involvement in the investigation. She’d known their working together would happen eventually, but she wasn’t ready. “How can he investigate and work the scene as a firefighter?”

      “It’s happened before. Besides, this is his last shift. When he reports to work on Monday, it will be for me.”

      Kiley knew displeasure and sheer panic showed on her face.

      “What’s going on, Kiley?” Terra looked slightly irritated.

      “I…just didn’t expect him to also investigate.”

      “Is he a suspect?” Collier asked tightly.

      “No.” Curling her hands into fists at her sides, her gaze shot to Terra. “This isn’t a conflict of interest?”

      “No.” The other woman glanced at Collier then back at Kiley.

      “Can you handle it, Detective?” His smoke-roughened voice challenged her.

      She wasn’t about to let him see how off balance she really felt. She flashed a smile at Terra. “Let’s go. I’ll try to keep up.”

      “Whew, good. I’m going on maternity leave in two weeks. I want Collier to know everything I know about this scene.”

      “Is he going to take over this case?” Had she just squeaked?

      “Unless we clear it before I have this baby, and I don’t foresee that. So, you’ll have to partner up.”

      Kiley