Someone wants Eva Torino and Trooper Marty McKenna to stop investigating her father’s murder and shows malicious intent by tempting her pets with poisoned fish.
“Get a copy of your birth certificate from Vital Records.”
“Do you think the information will be different from the one my mother got in Milan?”
“Maybe more complete.” His smile started slow then seemed to spread to the rest of his face. It was a lovely, sexy thing. I had to mentally shake myself to stay focused.
“What about approaching it from the other end?” I said. “Look for unsolved murders or unexplained deaths in the Ellwood area 25 years ago.”
“I know an Ellwood officer who served on the drug task force with me. He can search for you here and I’ll check state records.”
“Okay. Is there anything else I could do?”
“Yes, there is.” He leaned over before I realized what he was going to do and kissed me lightly on the mouth. “But it may be a bit early in our relationship.”
He got up still holding onto the plastic bag of fish with two fingers.
I swallowed, took a deep breath and followed him to the door. “I have another idea,” I said.
I pretended to be in deep thought to cover a rushing tide of feeling. “I’ll call each funeral director in town and ask them about deaths twenty-five years ago of young men anywhere from ages eighteen to twenty-five. There can’t have been that many.”
He put the arm not holding the fish guts around me and slowly brushed his lips over mine several times. He held me close for a few seconds, keeping his face near mine as he looked in my eyes. Then he let go and was out the door. I could feel Othello and Rigo brushing against my shaking legs as I stared out the door.
“Boys,” I whispered. “Did you catch that?”