“Ronald’s brother.”
Fuck. I’d heard enough about Liam Voltair to know he was one bad dude.
“Why don’t you stop by the precinct where our suspect is being held before heading to the office this morning. I think it would be a good idea for you to get a feel of what we’re dealing with,” Christine said. Her suggestion was more of a command. However, there was a strange tone in her voice, an edge I didn’t normally hear.
Why did I have the distinct feeling she was purposely keeping something from me? Her request was out of the ordinary to say the least. The last thing I wanted to do was to question her. That was one huge no-no, and everyone knew it. Especially when she was in a terse mood, which she certainly was right now. “I can do that.”
“Good. I knew I could count on you. I’ll send you as many of the particulars as I’ve been provided, which isn’t much up to this point. The police are being tight-lipped as you might imagine. By the time you arrive, his attorney should be in town. Just be careful what you ask the perp because the last thing we want to do is botch this case.”
“Yes, I’m certain the police are.” I ignored her comment about botching the case. She knew me better than that. I had a ninety-nine percent win rate, which was one reason she’d dropped this one in my lap. Okay, so a good reason for that had been her mentorship. Still, I was the one with the skills inside a courtroom, never allowing anything to get under my skin.
I took another sip of coffee and realized my stomach was already churning. This was the last thing I needed, but in my eagerness to climb up the ladder of success, my boss had just extended an olive branch. “I’ll head to the precinct as soon as you provide me with the information.”
“Will do here in a couple minutes via email. Thanks again for your help. I can always count on you to be a team player.” That’s what she always said, which often made me feel like a suck-up.
“Wait. What’s the suspect’s name?” When she didn’t answer, I pulled the phone away, groaning. She’d already ended the call.
It would appear my workweek was starting early. I’d definitely need girl time tonight. I pulled up Jenny’s phone number, shifting to the texting screen.
Bring two bottles of wine. I think I’m going to need it.
After hitting send on my text, I wondered if it was too early to start drinking.
The evidence was sketchy as fuck, at least from what I could tell from the cursory glance I was able to have before heading into the precinct. Christine had sent the information while I was driving. I’d literally parked and grabbed my iPad, taking a quickglance when the members of the local press surrounded my car. I wasn’t certain how, but it was apparent they knew what I drove and who I was. It was a pain in the ass to get this annoyed so early in the morning. I’d done everything in my power to stay out of the limelight since becoming a lead prosecutor. As my father had warned me, becoming famous in my position could get me killed.
The reporters raced in my direction, shoving microphones in my face.
“Ms. Barrios, do you believe the man responsible will be found guilty?”
“Ms. Barrios, do you have a solid case against the man who was arrested?”
The questions came fast and furious and without merit. I resisted being nasty, trying to keep a smile on my face even when I was almost tripped in my effort to get inside the precinct. God, they were relentless. If I didn’t know better, I’d say someone warned them I was arriving, promising a huge scoop, their great fifteen minutes of fame. That made me want to clam up more. “No comment at this time.”
That didn’t seem good enough, another volley of questions making my head spin.
Christ. They were like vultures refusing to give up, hounding me as I headed for the glass doors. Only when I’d walked inside did they stop, which shocked me. I took a deep breath, moving away from the prying eyes standing just outside. How had this gotten to be such a hot mess so quickly?
I pressed my hand down against my suit jacket, trying to calm my nerves and my anger. This was the part of my job I hated.I walked to the clerk standing behind bulletproof glass, waiting as a young man berated the poor officer for another two full minutes about not being able to see whoever he’d come to talk to.
When the guy huffed and walked away, I inched closer. While the jail was attached to the precinct, I assumed they had the man in a holding cell given the earliness of the morning.
“Can I help you?” The officer was one of the few who didn’t know who I was.
“I’m prosecutor Selena Barrios here to talk with a prisoner you have in holding.” Fuck. That’s when I realized I’d yet to read the man’s name. I handed him my card, which he scrutinized carefully, but not before sliding his eyes up and down the length of me. Why were men pigs?
“And who would that be, Ms. Barrios?”
“Hold on.” I fumbled to jerk my iPad from my briefcase, almost dropping the leather case like an idiot. When I finally navigated my way to the information Christine had sent, it took me almost thirty seconds to locate his name in the file. By that point, the officer was already drumming his fingers on his desk. When I read the name, a slight chill coursed down my spine.
However, there was no chance it was the same person.
“Miss?”
“Yeah. I’ve got it,” I said in a snarky tone. “Joshua James.” A sudden stitch in my side occurred, my mouth going dry. The name John in its various derivatives was extremely common. Right?
He lifted both his eyebrows then looked at me again as if I should be prepared to get eaten by lions.
“Is he being held in this precinct? Maybe if that’s something you don’t know the answer to, you can find me someone who does.” I heard the arrogant aggravation in my voice and couldn’t yank it back. Granted, pissing off a member of the police wasn’t in my best interest, but at this point I was overly agitated at the entire situation.
“Why, yes. He’s being held right here in our lowly establishment. Allow me to lead you personally to an interrogation room. Then I’ll have him brought in for your convenience, Ms. Barrios.”
I had a feeling he wanted nothing more than to call me a ballbuster. “Why, thank you.”
He eased from behind his perch, moving to the locked door and going into the hallway. After motioning me forward, he led me down the corridor, sauntEricag his way to the room. He unlocked and opened the door for me, pointing inside.
I’d rarely made a visit of this nature and just walking into the cold room with the huge two-way mirror was more unnerving than it should be.
“It’ll take a few minutes to have him brought down from holding. Make yourself comfortable.” Jesus Christ, the man sneered at me.
When he closed the door, it was with a hard thud. I cursed under my breath as soon as he’d left, not caring who might be standing on the other side. He’d purposely taken me to one of the rooms that wasn’t private, which was against the rules as far as I was concerned. It was obvious the cops were on board with getting this off the books as quickly as possible.
Why did everything need to be so political? Sure, I understood that violent crime brought angst, taxpayers breathing down their necks, but justice still needed to be done. No matter how horrible the criminal or heinous the crime.
After taking a deep breath, I placed my briefcase on the table, grabbing a notepad and pen along with my iPad. I knew the rules, placing the rest of my things on the floor and out of reach. I’d heard horror stories about inmates managing to grab pens, using them as a weapon. Jesus. Now I was turning the man accused of the horrific crime into some kind of a monster.
I didn’t bother sitting down, far too antsy at this point, eager to ease my fears the man I’d been tasked to convict wasn’t the same one I’d shared a bed with. I did what I could to shake the ugliness surrounding the thought. There was no possible way they were one and the same.
After taking a few deep breaths, I finally shoved the amazing night aside, determined to get a handle on the case, thankful I had a few minutes to go over the photographs taken of the scene. I’d set up a meeting with the medical examiner later as well, the powerful woman not only good at what she did, but someone I considered a close friend. As I flipped through the color photos, I had to take a deep breath more than once. The scene had been horrific, both Ronald and his wife slaughtered. Whoever had done this had been filled with rage.
“Jesus.”
I’d seen plenty of repulsive and disturbing pictures in my career, but these were some of the worst. The term ‘butchered’ came to mind. I jotted down a few notes, but at this point without all the evidence, I was at a loss. What I did have was a killer instinct. My gut had never been wrong and I doubted it would be in thiscase. I could read a person for guilt or innocence with nearly one hundred percent accuracy.
I doubted even a career criminal could color his feathers enough to fool me. Half laughing, I shoved my iPad into my briefcase, determined to keep my cool, and moved to stand against the back wall. This was the part of the job I usually loved, grilling the suspect. Whether inside a courtroom or face to face, the situation and events usually brought a thrill to my system.
That likely made me a little twisted in people’s minds, but that’s why I was so damn good at my job. Nothing bothered me. Nothing.
A few minutes’ wait turned into twenty. I continuously glanced at my watch, pacing the room given my lack of patience. I had a feeling the terseness I’d had with the officer was the reason they were doing this. If I had to guess, I’d say I was being watched and laughed at. Whether or not the officer at the front had known who I was, all he’d needed to do was mention my name to a few people and he’d learn I wasn’t called a ballbuster for nothing.
My reputation as being hard and harsh preceded me in every department, every avenue. I refused to take bullshit from anyone and that included members of the police, the FBI, or DEA. Whoever I had to deal with. Cases had been tossed out, the very guilty party deemed innocent because of shoddy police behavior. Those had been the only reason for my losses inside the courtroom.
Except for one.
One case that continued to haunt me. Why was I thinking about it today? I’d put a murderer back out on the street. And it was my belief he’d killed again, even though it was something I couldn’tprove, especially since he’d fled town. To this day, anytime I heard the man’s name, I had nightmares. He’d done his best to psychoanalyze me, which in turn had put me off my game. But I’d learned how to deal with psychopaths and sociopaths after that, taking various courses to ensure no one could ever get under my skin again.
As I glanced at my watch again, I grew angrier at the way the case was being handled. Something was off and I was determined to get to the bottom of it. One freaking way or another. I refused to be a scapegoat.
Another ten minutes passed and now, I was livid, ready to bolt from the room demanding I be allowed to talk to the perpetrator.
Another thirty seconds later and I returned to the table, grabbing my briefcase, shoving the pad and pen inside. All the while I was grumbling under my breath. Fuck this. My time was far more valuable.
Then the door opened, two officers leading in the suspect.
I rubbed my eyes, ready to launch into them when the man in the dazzling charcoal suit lifted his head.
And he smiled.
I shuddered to my core, my mind spinning out of control, my heart racing. Even worse, my pussy started to throb immediately as the horrible moment of recognition settled in.
Joshua, the man who’d awakened all my senses, the one I’d shared my most intimate and passionate night with was the suspect.
Fuck…
JoshuaThere was nothing more beautiful in my mind than a woman in a suit, especially a power suit in red. It indicated she was powerful. Self-confident. Alluring. Someone who knew exactly how to use the power God had given her as a stunning woman.And she took my breath away even though I was in shackles, treated like a fucking animal. That didn’t deter the hunger that immediately rushed into my system or the burning need I noticed in her eyes.I gave the prosecuting attorney a nod and nothing more, refusing to show anything other than practiced indifference. I was no fool. I wouldn’t publicly out her. In truth, I realized that with the lovely blonde as the prosecutor, perhaps my luck that had followed me most of my life would remain intact. However, as soon as the shock of recognition started to fade, I sensed she was shutting down, refusing to acknowledge ourintense connection, an electricity that I was surprised the two Neanderthal officers in the room couldn’t detect.I remained
Her words almost made me laugh. I eased back, breaking the tense but delicious moment.“Ms. Barrios, I’ve never been charged with a single crime for a very specific reason. I’m a businessman, my corporation worth billions of dollars. But I’m certain you already know that. However, I wouldn’t have amassed such wealth if I hadn’t gathered enemies along the way.”“Is that what Mr. Voltair and his wife were, enemies?”“Hardly. I didn’t know them.”“Then why were your fingerprints found inside their home?” She gave me a wry look, as if she’d discovered a dark secret.“I had a meeting with Ronald, a business meeting. My fingerprints were obviously found because the man was generous enough to offer me a drink, show me through his fabulous estate. I’m certain Mr. Voltair had a calendar of appointments, which will allow you to check for accuracy. I arrived at five in the afternoon and left somewhere in the vicinity of six-thirty on Saturday evening. From there, I traveled to my hotel where I p
“You are well aware that it was necessary,” I answered, aware of the concern in his voice. He might not be the warmest man, but he adored his two sons and always had. “I don’t like to lose in business or in pleasure. However, if it will make you feel any better, both my Capos are on their way and Baron is currently standing by my side.”“That’s not enough,” he barked again. “Do you have any idea what happened? I want to head there myself to hunt the fucker down.”“Not yet and you need to remain exactly where you are.”“Do you even have an alibi?” Pops pressed, exhaling in exasperation.I glanced at Baron, who had no problem sucking down my expensive scotch while listening intently. “Actually, yes, I do. A solid one.”“Then I suggest you use it so you can get back to business. We have far too much going on. New worlds to conquer, my boy.”My father often forgot he’d been retired for years, leaving the helm to his firstborn. I couldn’t blame him. He wasn’t the kind of man to enjoy a goo
Selena“I can read your thoughts, can smell your longing for what only I can give you.”The bastard’s words had lingered in my mind the entire day. Even worse, he’d been right. Joshua James had ceremoniously attempted to terrify and entice me at the same time, his possessiveness evident in everything about him.His attire.His demeanor.His gestures.The way he’d looked at me, as if I’d fall to my knees should he point to the floor, should be disturbing as hell. Maybe it was the fact he was years older than me that kept me in limbo. Or simply his ridiculously sexy body.“Girl. You need to get a grip.”I could swear his scent lingered on my skin when he hadn’t touched me inside that interrogation room. But dear God, I’d wanted him to. What did that make me? Sick. Twisted. There were other more caustic phrases I could use to describe my actions, my thoughts, and my desires.Shaking, I couldn’t seem to get warm, even though I’d turned up the heat to full blast inside my car. I was losing
Look out, world. I couldn’t imagine how she’d be with kids. I headed for the set of double doors, preparing myself for the stench of formaldehyde. I usually gagged when entEricag. Maybe the continuous rush of adrenaline from seeing Joshua was preventing me from doing so this time.That I couldn’t get the man out of my mind was a telling statement of how much trouble I was truly in. If my boss found out I’d slept with the man, I had a feeling she’d fire me on the spot, whether or not she believed me that I hadn’t known who he was.I found Victoria with her elbow-length gloves on, her hands wrists deep inside a victim. She was listening to rock music while performing her task, even swaying a little in time to the drumbeat.I stood watching her for a few seconds as she removed an organ, placing it almost lovingly in a metal pan. I had to turn my head away, the thought of gagging on my bright red pumps not a good picture in my mind. When I finally cleared my throat, she laughed.“I knew y
Selena“How’s that blouse now, Selena?”Jesus. I couldn’t shake Joshua’s words or his face. Even the music I’d selected, heavy metal music to be exact, had done almost nothing.I was jumpy, more than usual so when I heard a sharp rap on the door, I almost yelped in surprise. After taking a deep breath, I headed into the foyer.“I saw you on the news,” Jenny said as soon as I opened my door. Her smile made me cringe all over again.“Nice to see you too,bestie.” I jerked the bag holding the wine out of her hand, leaving her to close the door behind her. The day had been arduous, my office phone ringing off the hook. I was thankful my cellphone was kept a secret from almost everyone or it would still be ringing off the hook.“Hey, I watch television. You don’t appear happy at all in the shots. But you did look fabulous in red, darling.” When I threw her another hateful look, she rolled her eyes.“How could anyone be happy while being bombarded by sharks and piranhas?”I’d tried everythin
I wasn’t the kind of woman to take it sitting down, nor was I eager to face the cold reality regarding the case against Joshua. It would seem he was being railroaded. I knew he couldn’t have committed the crime. But I’d yet to determine how to handle the damning situation and another full day had passed.As I left the police station for the second time in three days, I almost lifted my middle finger. The egregious thought wasn’t my usual reaction to detectives or any member of law enforcement, but the two detectives had all but laughed at my questions as well as balked at the possibility that someone else was involved.Even after I’d grilled the pompous detectives on the two other victims, they’d acted as if I had no clue what I was talking about. Victoria had been right in that the MOs were the same, including the angle of the knife used, which in my mind was a further indication that Joshua wasn’t responsible. The personwas shorter by several inches, unless they’d been sitting down,
JoshuaNo one would ever call me a patient man. That would simply be a lie. However, I’d done everything in my power to stay away from the stunning woman or even making contact. Through my Capo’s help, I’d learned where the lovely Selena Barrios worked, risking my bail being revoked by standing outside her building watching the window where I knew her office was.And I’d hungered for her more than I should have.The moment she’d peered out the glass, I’d wanted to see her again. The desire was overwhelming, but not in my best interest. At this point, it was best if I laid low, although the fact the new attorney Baron had hired was getting stonewalled for information on what evidence they had other than my fingerprints was disturbing as fuck. Enough so I remained on edge.Mikey and Zephyr were my most trusted men, Capos who’d been in my family’s employ for twenty years. Now they servedunder me. I’d tasked them to try to gather information on why I’d been framed, including learning if t