Murder in Misery (Spook Squad) - By Ashley K. Broome Page 0,17
bad but did she handle a lot of Supernatural clients or did she have a mix?”
“We don’t really ask if you’re a Supernatural or not detective. Sometimes other offices would pass on the difficult clients to her and she would manage just fine with them. But we do work a lot off of customer recommendations and with some of our clients you could tell that they were more than human. Alice made them more comfortable and in the end that’s all that really mattered.”
“Did Alice talk to you about her home life?” Keegan pulled them out of the world of real estate seeing that line of questioning going nowhere fast. “Did she mention anyone giving her or Cody trouble of any sort?”
Michelle began tapping her fingers against the top of her desk, almost as if the motion helped her think. Just as fast as the tapping started, it stopped. “She came in a bit upset a few days ago. I asked her what happened or if she needed to talk but she just shook it off and said she didn’t have the time to sit around and gab. She had houses to show.”
“Do you remember when that was?” Keegan asked.
“It was last Monday.” Michelle flipped through her day planner. “So the fifth. The Friday before she looked a bit stressed also but Monday, it looked like the stress had gotten worse.”
“Thank you.” Keegan reached across the desk to shake the broker’s hand. “I appreciate you’re cooperation. If you think of anything else don’t hesitate to give us a call.”
She took the proffered card and gave them a sad smile. “Alice was one of the sweetest people I’ve ever known. She didn’t deserve to die like the papers were saying. None of her family did.”
“No ma’am she didn’t deserve that.” Gary repeated Keegan’s gesture and shook her hand. “That’s why we’re here, to give her some justice.”
They didn’t speak to each other until they were both buckled into Keegan’s car and driving away from the building. Gary let out a heavy sigh. “It’s great to know that she worked in an office where half her coworkers were bigoted assholes and the other half seemed okay with her living her life however she pleased. But where does that get us?”
“Not the entire world is as nice as we are Gary.” Keegan reached across the car and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and squeezing before settling back on the steering wheel. “Even if we didn’t get much here we’ve got Doc Biggerson’s autopsy to head to. You want to go with or would you rather stay behind and get some more leg work done?”
“Give me legwork for two hundred Alex,” Garry grinned at Keegan. “I don’t do too well with corpses. The smell, you think it’s bad for humans but for me? Gag me with a spoon.”
“You and Melinda can’t go anywhere near Dr. Biggerson without grimacing.” Keegan shook her head. “One of these days you’re going to have to suck it up.”
Gary smirked, “But not today.”
When Keegan made it to the morgue Detective Hollis was already there with his arms folded against his chest and watching Dr. Biggerson document the wounds on Alice’s body. She set the elbowed ruler against the claw marks and photographed them.
The lithe blonde looked up over her goggles with piercing gray eyes. “So nice of you to pencil us in to your business schedule Detective Morne.”
“Well I had to be here anyways to pick up the results of Cody’s autopsy, so I figured that I might as well be here for Alice’s.” Keegan shrugged before she pulled a stool out from beneath a counter and perched on top of it.
Keegan kept her eyes focused on the progress that the doctor made. She ignored the presence of Detective Hollis. She would rather not know if he had actually done what he threatened to do. If he found out she was a necromancer and spread it around the precinct there would be hell to pay.
When a particularly nasty looking bite mark to the throat was being documented, Keegan stood up and hovered over Dr. Biggerson’s shoulder to get a better look. She leaned closer and stared the flesh. It looked like a shifter’s teeth.
“I’m so glad you are comfortable enough with me to be pressed against my shoulder Keegan but you’re blocking my light.” Dr. Biggerson grinned over her shoulder at Keegan. “Is there anything you would like me to do?”