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secret out of respect for her, or maybe even because the young blonde had harbored feelings for her. But it
wasn't like that at all. Erin Mackenzie had kept her secret alright, but only because she couldn't remember it.
Hurt beyond her wildest dreams, she clenched her jaw in silent frustration and pain. Never before had someone
had the capacity to hurt her. Somehow, someway, this young detective had that power and she hated herself for
it.
"I've been told that you wanted to speak to me." Erin continued, suddenly very curious as to what the dark
woman wanted with her. Her insides fluttered with excited butterflies as several ludicrous and impossible
scenarios played out in her mind. It was ridiculous to think that the beautiful and mysteriously aloof woman
wanted anything to do with her. But, nevertheless, she allowed the pleasant thoughts to continue to flutter
throughout her insides.
Adams looked back up at her and removed her hands from the table.
"I did, yes." She said, her voice lowered back to its guarded tone. "But now it seems that I have nothing else to
say."
"Oh?" Erin asked, a little surprised and very disappointed.
Adams looked away from her then, the hurt too much.
"Let's talk about the night of the shooting." Erin said, as the cop in her tried to refocus, burying her fluttering
excitement under the weight of reality.
"Let's not." Adams stated with conviction in her tone.
Erin stared into the striking face, wondering what it was that bothered Adams so.
"We have a lot to discuss Ms. Adams. For instance, my fellow detectives already know that you were present at
Detective Henderson's the night of the shooting." She continued to eye her as she pressed onward. "Your blood
was on the carpet."
Adams didn't respond. She merely stared past the young detective, thinking that she needed to speak to her
lawyer again and soon.
"And now I know why." Erin declared with swelling pride and relief. "You weren't there to kill me or to kill
Henderson."
Adams returned her gaze back on the young detective.
"You were there to stop the real killer."
Adams stared into the green eyes as her heart began to pound once again.
"If& " Adams started, her voice held low and deep. "If you remember as much as you say you do, then you'll
end this conversation right now."
Erin's head snapped back slightly as if she had been physically struck. Her eyes were held steady in the
penetrating gaze of Elizabeth Adams as another image replayed in her mind. She remembered the words spoken
by a strained Adams as she fought to hold onto the blood which had been seeping steadily from her injured
shoulder.
"Your request." Erin whispered aloud as she remembered the plea to keep quiet. The mysterious dark woman
with the familiar eyes and evil laugh had been Adam's own sister. Of course. It all made so much sense to her
now.
The dark woman moved quickly and reached across the table to hold Erin's hand. The door to the room behind
the two way mirror flung open as Henderson and Sinclair came rushing into the room. Erin held up her free
hand to halt their pursuit.
"It's ok, guys. We're fine." She said, glancing at them only briefly before returning her gaze upon the blue eyes.
"She shouldn't be touching you." Sinclair said as adrenaline burned in her light brown eyes.
Erin shook her head reluctantly and removed her hand out from underneath the stronger woman's. The heat
from her touch was almost too much to bear anyhow. Besides, how would she explain to her fellow detectives
the reason for melting under a suspect's touch?
"We're fine, guys." Erin said again and watched as the two female detectives finally returned to the observation
room behind the mirror.
"Mrs. Mackenzie." Adams started, as she looked at Erin with blue flames burning in her eyes.
"Please, don't call me that." Erin said, cringing at the name. "Call me Erin, or Mac even."
"Erin." Adams said, wanting to grab her hand once again, liking how it had felt beneath her own. But instead,
she drew her own hand back and rested it there on the old table.
"You remember that I was at Detective Henderson's that night to stop the real killer?"
Erin shook her head in agreement. "Yes." She said. "You saved my life."
"Yes." Adams said softly. "I think then, that you know what it is that I need to discuss with you."
Erin fidgeted a little in her chair. "I'm not sure I& "
"Please." Adams said, once again reaching across the table to envelope her hand. "I know you will."
Erin stared into the fiery blue eyes and allowed the heat from her touch to penetrate into her blood. She knew
what Adams wanted. She wanted her silence. She wanted her to promise.
She started to shake her head in protest but Adams squeezed her hand before she could. She looked into the
drawn and pale face of the woman who had saved her life. The woman who had fought her own sister and taken
a bullet for an undercover cop. The very cop who had invaded her life secretly in order to gain information to
peg a serial murder case on her. As she realized all these things, her heart opened up to the troubled woman and
her gaze lingered over her beautiful face and rested once again on her exhausted, yet burning blue eyes. There
was something there between them. Not just a secret, but something more.
"If I& " Erin started, but then thought better of it. "I have questions." She said as she removed her hand from [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]