He didn’t even want his mind to go there.
She was starting to mean too much to him. And just as he reached for her again, both their phones went off.
Luke cursed at the sound. He pulled his phone out of his pocket as she grabbed hers from her purse.
“Teivel.”
“O’Malley.”
“Hey gorgeous,” Bernadette said with a smile in her voice. “There’s a body we need you to look at. Pretty sure it’s IA, but boss lady wants me to run it past you anyway.”
“On my way.” He hung up at the same time Sorcha did.
“Should I ask?”
He frowned at her. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. I have a weird feeling about this.”
“Yeah, Bernadette was a little vague.” Conjuring black jeans, he grabbed his wallet and keys, then opened the door for Sorcha. “After you, O’Malley.”
Sorcha wasn’t sure what to expect as they pulled up to a small, tidy light blue house on Tybee Island. Whoever owned it had decorated it like a cute beach getaway. There were even a pair of pink flamingos on the porch. “I like the flamingos.”
“They’re different.” Luke pulled his hair down as they got out and approached the crime scene.
Rory met them on the porch.
“What’s going on?” Sorcha asked.
“Body in the garage. Dead as a doornail.”
Sorcha had no idea what he meant or why Rory thought that was funny until they entered the garage and she saw a body that was actually pinned to the garage door by a giant spike through the victim’s chest. “You’re not funny.”
Rory grinned. “Sure, I am. You just can’t appreciate it, yet.” He glanced to Luke, then met Sorcha’s gaze. “You still owe me another stab at dinner.”
She groaned at his bad pun over the poor victim. “You’re vexing me, Corvan.”
“That’s what all the women say.”
Corvan’s boss approached and gave them all a stink eye. “I need y’all to be serious right now. We got reporters showing up all over the place. Last thing I need or want is for any of them to start saying that Savannah’s finest is treating this matter with anything less than all due respect. You hear me?”
Rory cleared his throat. “Yes, sir.”
He glared at Sorcha and Luke. “That goes double for you two. We got enough problems with your unit. I don’t want to become a laughingstock, too.”
Luke inclined his head.
“Yes, sir,” Sorcha repeated.
“Good. Now get your gear on and don’t be contaminating my crime scene or compromising my evidence log.”
Sorcha pulled a pair of latex gloves out of the roll she kept inside her purse.
Covering her blonde hair and face, she quickly set about examining the garage while Jedi and others did their jobs.
Rory stepped carefully around the broken glass on the ground so as not to slice through his shoe coverings.
“Who called this in?” Sorcha asked.
