was, right?”
For just a moment, there was a connection.
The
connection. The same one she’d felt that one night he’d made her forget… nearly everything. For a moment he wasn’t David
Hunter, tall, dark, Greek god who made women everywhere melt into puddles of goo. He was the man who’d had a truly beautiful
soul and who, for a few short hours,
showed it to me
. But as she watched, his eyes shuttered, pushing her away once again.
“That’s right,” he said quietly. “But she was in there, for whatever reason. I looked for an ID, a purse, a backpack, but
didn’t see anything. It’s pretty dark, though. You might find something on one of the other floors come daybreak.”
Barlow was looking back and forth between the two of them avidly and to her consternation, Olivia realized she’d been staring
up into David’s face like a love-struck teenager. But then, every woman stared at David Hunter’s face like a love-struck teenager,
so nobody would think her any different.
Because I wasn’t.
“When can we go up to check the scene?” she asked, a chill in her voice.
“You can’t tonight,” Barlow said. “Part of the fourth floor collapsed. It’s not safe. You’ll need to wait until the structure
can be reinforced before going up to where they found her. But they did bring something out you’ll want to see. David?”
“It was on the floor next to where I found her.” He held out his gloved right hand. On it rested a glass ball, about the size
of Olivia’s clenched fist. It was covered in something shiny and gelatinous.
Olivia frowned. “You disturbed the scene?” she asked sharply.
“Hunter was on the floor when it collapsed,” Barlow said quietly and her eyes involuntarily flickered up to David’s in alarm.
“That you have this evidence at all is due to his quick thinking.”
“We were fine,” David said. “The ball was about to slide into the hole in the floor. My adrenaline was pumping and I grabbed
it by reflex but then couldn’t put it back where I found it. The area doesn’t exist anymore.”
She forced her muscles to relax. The thought of him crashing through a fourth-story floor had her own adrenaline pumping.
“Is this the gel we found on the girl’s hands?”
“Likely,” Barlow said. “The lab will confirm it.”
Kane leaned over her shoulder to study the glass globe. “Why the gel?”
“I guess that’s for you to find out,” David said.
Olivia turned to find Micki, startled when she found the CSU leader standing inches behind her. “Can you bag it, Mick?”
Micki’s gaze shifted from the globe to Olivia’s face knowingly. “Absolutely.”
“Take his glove, too, just in case we need to check forresidue. Do you have another glove?” she asked David, this time schooling her glance to remain impersonal.
“I’ve got extras on the truck. If you’re done with me, I’ve still got work to do.”
If you’re done with me…
No, she didn’t think she ever would have been. Not that it mattered one iota. He’d been done with her after one night.
What an idiot I was
.
Olivia made herself look at him, made her smile as impersonal as her glance had been. “Thank you. We’ll be in touch if we
have more questions. Kane, we need to inform Mr. Weems’s widow before she sees it on the news. Anything else we need here?”
Kane shook his head. “Not until we can get inside. You have our cells, Barlow?”
Barlow nodded. “I do. I’ll call you as soon as it’s safe.”
Micki bagged the glass globe and now tugged at the glove on David’s hand. “I’ll get this back to you as soon as I can,” she
said, dropping the glove in a paper sack.
“Not a problem,” David said and without another word, turned and was around the building and gone from sight when Olivia realized
she’d been holding her breath.
Hell
. “Micki, can you run the dead girl’s prints? Watch for anything that pops from Florida. She’s got Gator nail art. Call
Justine Dare Justine Davis