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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Lane stood to greet the Riley’s as they entered the room (and what a horrible room it was). He supposed it cost a fortune and he knew enough to know it was professionally decorated. Professional or not the couch was damn uncomfortable and so was he.

The two older Riley’s were exactly as he’d expected. Joe Riley looked every bit the polished lawyer and Edith Riley was, well a very well preserved socialite. Bridget, however, was a surprise. A BIG surprise! She wasn’t too big, it’s just that he’d seen her mother, and he had a whole different Bridget Riley living in his imagination. Damn, those were really pink boots, and a very red jacket! His previous partner had been a red head and he was pretty sure she’d told him red heads didn’t wear red. “Well if Bridget Riley is a target, she won’t be hard to spot”, he said to himself silently.

“Detective Johnson, I’m Joe Riley”, Lane grasped Mr. Riley’s hand with a firm grip as the older man came forward to introduce himself. “I believe you’ve met, my wife and this of course is my daughter Bridget.”

“Sir, it’s a pleasure”, he gave a nod to Mrs. Riley and then turned to Bridget. “Miss Riley”.
Bridget stepped forward to offer the Detective her hand, “Detective Riley. I hope we didn’t keep you waiting very long. I was just trying to explain to my father how unnecessary this all is, and well it must be a mistake.”

Lane paused and gave her a hard stare, “Well Miss Riley, the powers that be, disagree and I’d have to say the powers that be get my vote”. Lane really wanted to ask her what made her so sure it was a mistake, but his gut told him that grilling her here and now with her parents was a mistake.

“As I’ve told Bridget, the mistake is going back to that … that place, that house. She’d be much safer here”, Edie supplied looking to Lane for confirmation.

“You also get my vote Mrs. Riley”, Lane smiled at the older woman and then glanced toward Bridget just in time to receive the full effect of the ‘stink-eye’ she was sending his way. Whoa, if looks could kill, he’d be a dead man. He had a sneaking suspicion that he’d just landed himself on the wrong side of Miss Bridget Riley.

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