The Scent of Lies: A Paradise Valley Mystery (30 page)

Just then Colin leaned over from Emily’s other side and whispered in her ear. “You do smell delicious—and did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?”

“You did,” she murmured as her cheeks flushed warmly, enjoying his nearness.

The wait staff cleared the dinner plates and the chatter quieted down. Colin took that opportunity to invite Emily to step outside with him for a little fresh air. She agreed and he took her hand to help her up. Every eye around the table was on them as the chatter picked up again—this time about them, Emily was sure.

“Don’t be gone long, you two,” Camille warned. “They’re bringing out some ridiculously decadent desserts.”

Colin led Emily through the restaurant and out the front door to a beautifully landscaped courtyard. The umbrella of wispy trees was strung with little white lights, and the air was fragrant with the border of jasmine. Because of the lateness of the hour, they had the romantic garden all to themselves.

He gently pulled her close and ran his arms around her waist. Without a word, he began to gently sway to a silent beat. Emily followed his lead and slid her arms around the broad shoulders filling out his fitted black suit, looking up into his adoring eyes. He began to hum softly as he touched his cheek to her temple.

“Remind me,” she said as she mirrored his movements, “what’s the name of this song, again?”

“Unforgettable.”

“Ah, yes,” she said, closing her eyes. The height of her stiletto heels allowed her to rest her head in the curve of his neck. She took pleasure in the musky scent of his cologne and the feel of their bodies swaying together in unison.

Colin’s right hand slid up her back until it rested at the top of her neck. She leaned her head back into his caress and looked with longing into his eyes.

He hesitated for a moment, seeming to study her. Then he kissed her like she had never been kissed before. He rekindled a fire in her that had lain dormant since her devastating loss. From the hunger in his kiss, she knew his latent embers were stirred, as well.

When he finally released her, he gazed into her eyes. “Emily Parker,” he said, “I think you are one spectacular woman.”

“Hmmm,” she paused, noticing the twinkle of the tiny lights reflecting in his passionate eyes. She laid her cheek against his and whispered into his ear. “That would be a smokin’ hot lady PI to you, mister.”

“You got that right.” He laughed and kissed her again.

– THE END –

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Debra Burroughs Romantic Suspense novel

Three Days in Seattle

Prologue

Whitney began to stir from a deep sleep, waking to find herself in pitch-black darkness, her hands and feet bound. She tried to move, but she couldn’t. Yanking against the ropes proved useless, as the bonds were fastened to something solid.

Her head began to pound and her breath was coming in short gasps, but she couldn’t get much air. Something was over her mouth—duct tape, maybe? She didn’t know or care, she just needed air.
 

She struggled to scream, but the only sound she could make was a high-pitched moan.

Where am I
?
What’s happening to me
? Murky thoughts slogged through her disoriented mind.
Maybe I’m dreaming
, she thought.
Wake up, wake up, wake up!
But it was not a dream.

The sound of something scraping the floor made her freeze. She tried to listen, hear if someone or something was coming, but her heart thudding in her ears made it hard to concentrate.
 

A door creaked open, and she blinked as the harsh light hit her eyes. Was someone coming to rescue her? Or was it her captor? She decided not to risk it and shut her eyes, going limp, hoping her pounding heart would not give her away.

Chapter 1

“Forget it, Nigel! It’s been a very long day. I’ll finish up in the morning. I just need to soak in the tub for a while and get to bed. I will call you first thing tomorrow, I promise.” Kate McAllister clicked off her cell phone and set it on the bathroom vanity, exhausted after her hectic photo shoot in the Hollywood Hills ran late into the evening.

The warm water in the claw-foot tub was beckoning her. She was anticipating being enveloped by its warmth, letting it soothe away the stress of the day. Sticking one painted toe in the water, she checked the temperature before getting in.
Perfect
, she sighed softly.

As she was about to drop her fluffy white robe to the floor and step into the bath, the cell phone shrilled on the vanity behind her. “Shoot,” she muttered under her breath. “If that’s Nigel again, I’m going to kill him.”

A slight frown creased her brow as she turned and glanced at the Caller ID. She recognized the area code was for Seattle, where her baby sister Whitney lived, but if it were her sister, the phone would have shown her name and not
Unknown Caller
.

Peering up at the wall clock, she saw the time was ten-forty-five pm.
Why would someone I don’t know be calling me this late?
Tension began creeping up the back of her neck
. No one calls this late just to chat.
She reluctantly picked up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Kate, this is Suki. I’m sorry to call you so late.” The woman on the other end of the line rattled on, “But, I, well, I need to—”

“Whoa. Slow down. You said your name is Suki?” Kate questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, you know, Whitney’s roommate.”

“Oh, yes, sorry. I didn’t recognize your name. Now, slow down and tell me – what’s wrong, Suki?”

“Whitney’s gone missing.”

“What? When?” Panic began to set in. Kate’s thoughts began flying in a thousand different directions, like a flock of sparrows spooked by the threat of danger. Gathering her thoughts, she tried to focus. Ordinarily, she connected with Whitney every day or two, but she had been so busy with work lately that Kate was ashamed to admit she did not notice when she hadn’t heard from her sister recently.

“She’s been missing since last night. Well, no, today. I mean, well, I didn’t realize until this morning that she hadn’t come home last night.”

“Maybe she just stayed overnight at a friend’s house. She is twenty-four years old. She can stay out all night if she wants.” Kate hoped that was all it was. The thought her sister could really be missing made her feel sick in the pit of her stomach.

“No, no, I don’t think so, really. I think she would have told me so. We try to keep each other safe that way, you know. I have such a bad feeling about this, Kate. I think you should come to Seattle right away.”

“You mean, like right now?” This news was all so unexpected. Frantic thoughts swirling in Kate’s mind made it hard to process.

“Well, yeah. I mean, as soon as you can, of course.”

“So, what do the police say?” Kate asked, searching for a voice of reason.

“Police?”

“Yes, Suki. You did call them, didn’t you?” Incredulous that her sister might be in danger and the police had not yet been informed, Kate’s eyes widened as she stared blankly at the phone.
Are you kidding me?
Her heart began beating hard against her chest, sending pulsing blood painfully racing to her head.

“I’m sorry, Kate, don’t get mad. I think you have to wait twenty-four hours before you can report someone missing, don’t you?”

“How should I know, Suki? I would have called them to find out, not just assumed.” A muscle twitched in Kate’s jaw.

“You’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry.”

“I will call them as soon as we get off the phone. I want to talk to the police myself before I come running up there.”
Suki had all day to call me, why did she wait until now? Was she hoping Whitney would eventually show up? Something doesn’t feel right.

Perhaps Whitney was just staying over with a new boyfriend that Suki didn’t know about. Or maybe she went with some girlfriends for a long weekend.
Suki is probably just overreacting.
Kate clung to that thought to give her a sense of security.

On the other hand, if her sister really were missing, of course she’d drop everything and hop on the first flight to Seattle. She felt uneasy just cancelling work and reorganizing her life on the whim of this woman she barely knew. Kate had photo shoots in the Los Angeles area lined up all week, people depending on her, so she wanted to be sure it was warranted.

“Kate. Your sister is missing! You really need to come as soon as possible,” Suki pressed. “Surely, you don’t have anything to do that’s more important than this, do you?”

Kate recognized the guilt card being played. Her late mother had been a master at it.

“No, of course not. Nothing’s more important than finding my sister, if she really
is
missing. However, I am going to call the police first and see what they say, even though you may be right about the twenty-four hour thing.”

“Then you’ll come?”

As much as Kate hated the thought of upending her whole world overnight, she had to consider seriously the possibility that Suki might be right. If Whitney needed her, she had no choice but to go to Seattle on the first flight she could get.

“Yes, yes, I’ll come. After I talk to the police, I’ll check for flights out of L.A. tomorrow.” She would have to wait until the morning to change her work schedule. “I appreciate you letting me know, Suki. I’ll be in touch.”

* * *

Suki hung up from her conversation with Kate and immediately made another call.

“Hullo,” a young man answered.

“It’s done.”

Chapter 2

“Hey, lady! You’re up,” a young male’s voice came from behind her.

“What?” Startled, Kate looked around.

“You’re up, over there at the counter.” The impatient teenager pointed to the airline ticket counter.

His voice had jerked her out of a daze. She’d been standing in the long, slow-moving passenger line, replaying her situation and the unproductive conversation with the Seattle Police. She hadn’t been able to get beyond talking to the officer at the front desk because Whitney had not been missing long enough. He hadn’t told her anything of value one way or the other, except that if she was really concerned, she should come as soon as possible. Of course she was concerned. She loved her sister. How dare he suggest otherwise.

It was because of that bond, that if there were any chance Whitney actually
was
missing, Kate would drop everything and go. She had arranged to fly to Seattle on the next available flight.

Unfortunately, getting to Seattle was not so easy. Engine trouble on her connecting flight from Salt Lake City had forced the plane down in Boise, where she had to spend the night and get a new boarding pass for her last-minute change in flights.

Embarrassed when she realized she was holding up the line, her face reddened and she rushed to the counter.

“I’m in a huge hurry, ma’am,” Kate said, slapping her driver’s license down on the counter a little harder than she’d intended. “Do you think you could get my boarding pass really fast?”

The ticket agent glared at her, then moved like a snail. Kate was sure she must have offended the woman. Glancing up at the monitor on the wall, it showed that her Horizon flight to Seattle was departing in twenty minutes, but she was stuck at the ticket counter in this crowded Boise airport, awaiting the re-issue of her boarding pass.

Kate checked her watch for the umpteenth time, feeling her heart thumping in her chest.
Come on, come on, come on, lady!
I have a plane to catch!
She tapped a staccato beat with the heel of her shoe.

Finally, the ticket agent offered up her pass. Kate grabbed it, tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder and turned abruptly to run for the security gate.

Splat!
 

Kate normally considered herself a controlled, refined, twenty-eight-year-old woman. But here she was, sprawled out face first on the hard floor, having tripped over a child’s rolling backpack that she neglected to see in her haste. A manly, well-groomed hand reached down and helped her up. Mortified, her cheeks flushed a bright red.