Page 17 of Feral Attraction
Their clean-up passed in silence.As hard as she tried, she could barely look him in the eye.
Con did reveal an interesting tidbit as he arranged their plates in the dishwasher.“Mages are sneaky.They could cast a spell to mimic a shifter or vamp attack.I’ll be checking Mordy’s alibi.About last night...”
“Do.Not.Go.There.”She held up a hand, palm out.“Nothing to discuss.Over and done with.Let’s just do our jobs.”
Con gave her that wolfy grin that made her want to slap his face for what he was thinking.
She didn’t mind coming on to a guy, but she wasn’t an exhibitionist.Sex in public wasn’t a turn-on.If Laz hadn’t interrupted, she would have ridden Con hard in Blood Sport’s bullpen.She wasn’t proud of herself, even though she blamed the pheromones.
They left her apartment and took the subway to the OCFS building in the city.At the base of the skyscraper housing the offices, Con stared up to the top.“How do you survive in this mass of humanity?”
Rey’s gaze followed his.“Just fine, thank you.”
They rode up to the eighth floor and walked inside, pausing at the reception desk.Rey removed her credentials from her jacket pocket, flipping the holder open.“We need to speak to the director.”
The office worker yawned, giving them a bored stare.“May I ask what this is about?”
Con leaned over the counter on his forearms, offering her a seductive smile.“You may ask, dear, but we won’t be telling you.Lovely scarf, by the way.It lights up your eyes.”
She fingered the fabric around her throat and stammered, all dreamy-eyed, “Thank you.I’ll get him.”
Rey experienced a flash of unexpected jealousy.Ridiculous.She buried it.
The smitten receptionist returned, a rotund man in a wrinkled suit following her.“Good morning.How may I help you?”
“Reyna Todd.”She showed her identification again and wagged a thumb at Con.“This is Conall, my partner.”She didn’t bother to explain that he wasn’t with the department.“Can we talk to you in private?”
“Director Edgar Martin.Certainly.”He glanced at his watch as they followed him to a room off the corridor.It was small, barely space for his desk and two visitor chairs.
Rey had barely sat when she said, “George Sandoval has been murdered.We’re investigating the case.”
The director’s eyes widened with surprise.“Oh, my.We tried to reach him at home when he didn’t show up for work Monday, yesterday, or this morning.We were quite worried, and I just got off the phone with missing persons.They took my report but didn’t say a word.How?When?Do you know who killed him?”He stared at his hands, clasped together on the desk.“Some of the kids he worked with will be devastated.”
Con leaned back in his chair.“Speaking of the kids, did any of them have a reason to dislike him?”
“No.No.”Edgar Martin shook his head as if he could get rid of the shock.“Besides, they are all young.Their ages range from eight to ten.”
“How about their parents?”asked Rey, her pad poised and ready.
His fingers tapped, tapped, tapped on the desk.“No.Everyone liked George.”
“Employees who didn’t like him?”she pursued.
He shook his head, his lips pressed tight.
“We’ll need the names of the families he dealt with.”
Edgar’s fingers tapped on the desk again.“That information is privileged.”
She smiled.“No problem.I’ll be back with the proper paperwork.”
Con backtracked to a more general question.“Tell us about George.”
Edgar’s hand stilled.“Always on time.Nice to everybody.His evaluations were excellent.He was dedicated to the job.Very professional.”
Rey glanced up from her notes.“Anybody here a close friend?”
He paused, the skin above his nose wrinkling as he thought about the answer.“No.He was a private person.Came and went on time, but no socializing outside work.”
