Sense of Evil - Kay Hooper [93]
“Jesus. You really are beginning to sound like Bishop.”
Hollis considered a moment, then said, “Thank you.”
Shaking her head, Isabel checked her watch, then got herself off the conference table. “I'm taking Rafe for his . . . psychic litmus test.”
“Say hello for me.”
“I will. In the meantime, the focus of the investigation needs to be on locating that box of photographs and the missing women, and trying to figure this bastard out before he kills another one. In other words, same old, same old.”
Hollis nodded, then said, “This morning, you asked Ginny McBrayer if she was feeling okay.”
“Yeah.”
“You saw the shiner, didn't you? It got more obvious as the day wore on, despite her attempts to cover it up.”
Isabel sighed. “She did a good job with the makeup, which makes me think it's not the first black eye she's had to hide. What do you know about her home life?”
“I asked Mallory, casually. Ginny still lives at home, with her parents. She's trying to pay off college loans and save for a place of her own.”
“Boyfriend?”
“Mallory didn't know. But I can ask Ginny outright. I'm not especially shy.”
“I noticed that.” Isabel thought about it, then nodded. “If you get the chance, do. She may think we're butting in to something that's none of our business, but there's a lot of tension in this town, and borderline situations can get pushed over the edge really fast.”
“An abusive boyfriend or parent could get worse.”
“Much worse. Besides, she's got a lot on her plate as a young officer, especially right now, and stress can cause different reactions in people. Like the rest of us, she takes her gun home with her.”
“Oh, hell. I hadn't even thought of that.”
“Let's hope she hasn't either.”
“So, are you still mad at me?” Isabel asked Rafe as they got into her and Hollis's rental car.
“I wasn't mad at you.”
“No? Then I guess an arctic cold front swept through the conference room despite all those walls. I nearly got frostbite. Amazing.”
“You know,” he said as she started the engine, “you don't talk like any other person I've ever met.”
“One of a kind, accept no substitutes.”
He looked at her, one brow rising. “Where are we going?”
“West. That little motel on the edge of town.”
“Great. The only motel in Hastings that charges hourly rates.”
“Oh, I doubt anybody will pay attention to us going in, if that's what you're worried about. I took Stealthy 101 at the Bureau.”
Rafe's mouth twitched. “You don't play fair either.”
“Well, at least we both have our little tricks. You can kiss me until my knees get dizzy, and I can make you laugh even when you're pissed.”
He laughed, but said, “I was not pissed. Just . . . annoyed. You are a very difficult woman, in case no one has ever told you that.”
“I have been told, as a matter of fact. It doesn't seem to help, knowing about it. Sorry.”
He turned slightly in his seat to watch her as she drove, but let a few minutes pass before saying, “Dizzy knees, huh?”
“Oh, don't say you didn't know.”
“I knew there was some effect. That was the only reason I didn't get pissed in the conference room when you were so busy backpedaling.”
“You weren't supposed to see me backpedaling. Hollis says I don't do subtle real well.”
“You don't do subtle at all.”
“Then I'll stop trying, shall I?”
He grinned. “So you do have a few buttons.”
Isabel got hold of herself. Or tried to. “Apparently. Look, it's not all that much fun to keep hearing how blatant you are. I'm an almost-six-foot blonde, which makes me real visible; I'm a clairvoyant without a shield—usually—which makes me a high-wattage receiver for an amazing range of trivia that tends to come at me like painful bullets, and now I find out I might as well be wearing my heart on my sleeve. Just look for my picture beside the word obvious in the dictionary.”
“You do defensive very well.”
“Oh, shut up.”
Rafe chuckled. “You'll feel much better when you just admit it, you know you will.”
“I don't know how I'll feel. And neither do you.”
“You're wasting a lot of energy, I know that. Want