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    Cops & Robbers
    Cops & Robbers
    Cops & Robbers
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    Cops & Robbers

    By Suzanne D. Williams

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    "We'll find her. If she's as smart as you say she is, then she's a survivor."

     

    But would they get there before whoever stole the paintings found out she was on their tail? Because he'd never forgive himself if they didn't. Never. This had gone way beyond cops and robbers.

     

    He half-smiled, then it faded. The light changed, and he hit the gas, surging ahead.

     

    This was a man who needed a woman simply to breathe.

     

    Justin Cahill's first case as a homicide detective walked into the middle of his promotion celebration wearing a very short, polka-dotted skirt and an amazing set of red heels.

     

    Olivia Dircks. She said she'd found a body and wanted the police to know. But when the body goes missing and she turns out to be the Commissioner's niece as well as a professional art thief, everything changes. This case is deeper and more far-reaching than anything he expected. Deep enough to alter the most valuable thing of all – his heart.

     

    A fun romantic suspense by best-selling author, SUZANNE D. WILLIAMS.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSuzanne D. Williams
    Release dateMay 7, 2016
    ISBN9781533756190
    Cops & Robbers
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    Suzanne D. Williams

    Best-selling author, Suzanne D. Williams, is a native Floridian, wife, mother, and photographer. She is the author of both nonfiction and fiction books. She writes a monthly column for Steves-Digicams.com on the subject of digital photography, as well as devotionals and instructional articles for various blogs. She also does graphic design for self-publishing authors. She is co-founder of THE EDGE. To learn more about what she’s doing and check out her extensive catalogue of stories, visit http://suzanne-williams-photography.blogspot.com/ or link with her on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/suzannedwilliamsauthor.

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      Cops & Robbers - Suzanne D. Williams

      SUZANNE D. WILLIAMS

      www.feelgoodromance.com

      © 2014 COPS & ROBBERS by Suzanne D. Williams

      www.feelgoodromance.com

      www.suzannedwilliams.com

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the publisher.

      This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to actual people, organizations, and/or events is purely coincidental.

      CHAPTER 1

      There were enough cops per square inch in that place that she ought to be frightened, except this time she hadn’t done anything. Standing on the wet pavement, her red patent heels reflecting in the puddles, she scooped one hand through her long, blonde hair and contemplated the next ten minutes.

      Twelve cops. Five married. She eyed the crowd. Three divorced. Three dating ... one, the girl on the end. And ... bingo ... Hello, Cutie, she mumbled to herself.

      The last one was single, and the party inside was about him. Promotion, she’d guess.

      Mashing her lips together, she inhaled then grasped hold of the door handle and tugged. The raucous crowd of men leaned toward each other, drinks clutched in their hands, the one to Cutie’s immediate right slapping him on the back. Interestingly enough, Cutie didn’t have a drink, and from his posture, was uncomfortable being around the others who did.

      She rolled that around in her head.

      He was submitting. They wanted to throw him the party, but he didn’t particularly want to be there.

      Her skirt swayed seductively as she walked to his side. There, one elbow finding the counter, she leaned his way. His head turned along with those of the next four cops nearby.

      My congratulations, she said.

      One eyebrow rose.

      Hotcakes, he was cute. She’d under-assessed. Thick arms, the result of, she’d bet, many hours in the gym, close-cropped blonde hair, and hazel eyes that begged her to swim in them. Plus, those lips. Lips you wanted on you ... somewhere.

      Tell me, Officer, or is it Detective now? She paused with her question.

      He angled himself her way more, one arm pressed to the counter.

      Detective, he replied.

      Tell me, Detective, she began again, if a pretty girl walks up to you when you’re with your friends and offers to take you some place special, do you take her up on it?

      His mouth crooked, amusement rising on his face. The others behind him laughed and, again, came the pat on the back. He jostled forward.

      Depends, he replied. How long will we be gone?

      Flashing him a teasing smile, she trailed two fingers across the back of his hand and up his sleeve. An hour, maybe less, if you’re good.

      This brought a howl from his buddies, all now half-sloshed.

      She halted her fingers at the crook of his elbow, and he reached for them, lifting them into his. His palm was warm, his pulse steady.

      Call it an investigation, she said.

      He seemed to take that in and stood to his feet, not releasing her hand. Without a glance at his buddies, he led her out of the bar back onto the street and to the left, out of view of anyone. Here, he spun her around and pressed her to the wall.

      His friendly expression changed to one hard and impenetrable. Spill.

      She pushed against his arm, laid horizontal over her chest. Listen, Detective, she snapped. Relax. I got something that’s worth your while.

      His jaw tight, he didn’t respond, and she wriggled beneath his grip.

      A body, she added.

      His countenance changed, his gaze lightening, and he relaxed, but never fully let her go. She tossed her head.

      You found a body? he asked.

      She nodded. Could’ve walked away, but didn’t. I do have a conscience.

      Why not call it in? he asked.

      She chewed on the corner of her lip. Raising her hand, she mashed her palm to his chest. He was firm, and she’d bet sculpted. Heat flashed up her spine, a fine sweat breaking out on her skin.

      That’s the thing, she said. It’s how I found it.

      The reflection in his eyes seemed to flicker, and she could almost hear his thoughts.

      He held her in place a moment longer, then pulled himself up, returning his hands to his sides. She rubbed her upper arms, willing the burn of his grip away.

      Show me, he said. One hand went to his belt, curving over his holster.

      He didn’t trust her, and that was expected. If she was him, on the good-side of the law, she wouldn’t either.

      His instincts would be how he got his promotion, and obviously, he’d seen through her pick-up lines but been curious enough to play along.

      Walking ahead of him, she moved down the sidewalk to the alley she’d been in earlier, the click of her heels reverberating against the walls of the buildings on either side. Circling a trash dumpster, she skipped a few steps, coming to a halt beneath an emergency ladder dangling over a locked door. She glanced up, then back at him.

      You can look at the merchandise. Might be the only glimpse you get.

      He stared at her, once again, amused.

      Taking hold of the ladder, she dragged it down and climbed the first rung. A draft of air blew beneath her skirt, sending the polka-dotted fabric to her waist. She ignored the exposure, halting three rungs up to glance down.

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