ONE
Sacramento, California—Present Day
Jessie Cole, private investigator, had been detained inside a small room at the Sacramento Police Department for thirty minutes now as Detective Aaron Roth lectured her. Another police officer stood in the corner.
She zeroed in on Detective Roth’s mouth as he talked. It was a habit she couldn’t seem to break. In grammar school she’d had a friend who was deaf. Twice a week Jessie had attended speech-reading class with her, not only for fun but because they were inseparable. She also knew American Sign Language (ASL). In eighth grade her friend had moved away, but Jessie never lost her ability to read lips or sign.
In his midforties, Aaron Roth was five foot eleven and had a cleanly shaved head and a thick mustache. As he rambled on—lecturing, reading her rights—she thought about the first time she’d met the detective ten years ago. The eagerness she remembered seeing in his eyes appeared to have been replaced with annoyance and resentment.
“Did you hear a word I just said?” he asked.
“Yes.”
His brows drew together. “And?”
Although his mustache covered half his upper lip, she could still see that his lips were pale. Redness in color was said to indicate better cardiorespiratory fitness but also meant a higher estrogen level. She couldn’t remember where she’d read that useless tidbit, but it had something to do with being able to distinguish male from female based solely on the lips. She glanced at the clock. “I need to go, Detective. I was supposed to pick up my niece ten minutes ago.”
“Oh,” he said, angling his head just so. “You have to go? Well, that’s too bad.” He jabbed a finger in the air. “You’re a piece of work. You shot someone. And not for the first time. You’re not going anywhere.”
A shiver of anxiety crawled up her spine. “I did nothing wrong,” she said, stiffening. “I understand the laws regarding use of deadly force. I was defending myself and others against a forcible and atrocious crime.”
“And yet after everything you went through a few years ago, you shot the man anyhow.”
“My life was in imminent danger.” She tapped a finger on the table for emphasis. “I saved ‘innocent bystanders from unavoidable danger of death.’”
The detective frowned. Clearly he was not impressed by the fact she’d memorized parts of the California laws concerning self-defense.
“There were people everywhere,” she said, surprised by the desperation in her voice.
Sitting straight and tall, arms crossed, he nodded. “We’re in the process of collecting evidence and talking to witnesses.”
“You might be interested in watching this.” She reached inside her backpack, pulled out a black box attached to a thin strap of Velcro, and placed it on the table between them.
Roth eyed it warily. “What is it?”
“It’s the smallest, lightest GoPro on the market. Easy one-button control and waterproof.”
Roth glanced at the other police officer in the room.
The big guy shrugged.
“Are you trying to tell me you taped the incident?” Roth asked her.
“That’s exactly what I did,” Jessie said. “Since all the hullabaloo the last time I was forced to use my weapon, I’ve been recording my daily activities whenever I’m working a case.”
The detective lifted a brow. “Shooting and killing another person is against the law.”
Her stomach roiled. “Is he dead?”
“Critical condition.”
She tried not to let him see her relief. “This was a simple case of self-defense. He fired at me first. Twice. In a public place.”
The door came open.
It was Andriana Iudice, Jessie’s good friend and lawyer. Thank God.
Andriana’s vibrant reddish hair, rows of tightly spun ringlets, had been pushed away from her face with bobby pins that matched her funky platform shoes adorned with giant sunflowers. Her face and neck were a splotchy red from the heat, which had reached 102 degrees before Jessie had been shoved into the back seat of a police cruiser and brought to the station.
Andriana placed her soft leather briefcase on the table and pulled out a chair next to Jessie. After she was seated, she said, “You didn’t tell them anything, did you?”
“She’s been here for thirty minutes,” Detective Roth said matter-of-factly. “What do you think?”
Andriana asked the detective for a moment alone with her client. His exhale came out sounding like a groan as he pushed himself to his feet and left the room, the second officer on his heels.
Jessie’s hands shook as she watched the two men leave. She did her best to hold herself together, but the truth was she was a wreck. She’d shot a man, possibly killed him. It had all happened so fast. Instinct hadn’t been the only reason she’d pulled her weapon and fired. Less than ten feet away, children had been playing when Koontz pulled out his gun and shot at her.
“What happened in the park?” Andriana asked as soon as the door clicked shut.
Jessie took a breath. “I was hired by a woman, Adelind Rain, to watch Parker Koontz, a man she believes has been stalking her for months.”
“Is it true? Has he been stalking her?”
“Yes. I’ve been watching him for over a week, and every afternoon he leaves his office to make his way to the bank where Adelind’s employed. He stands on the street corner and waits for her to go to lunch. I’ve never seen him approach her, but he never takes his gaze off her. After work he goes home to change his clothes, eat, whatever. Around nine p.m. he’s back at Adelind’s house peering through the windows.”
“So he hasn’t actually threatened her in any way?”
“No. He hasn’t touched her or left any goodies at her door, if that’s what you mean. I’ve got a few pictures of him near the window, but the high bushes have made it difficult to get a clear picture. But she’s scared and I don’t blame her. She wants to get a restraining order, but she needs proof he’s dangerous.”
“What does he do for a living?”
“He’s an attorney at Roche and Koontz downtown.”
“Interesting.”
“Today I followed him through Capitol Park. After he walked through the rose garden, he stopped and turned my way. Before I could figure out what he was up to, he pulled out a gun and fired two shots at me.”
“Was anyone else hurt?”
“Not that I’m aware of. It was lunchtime. People were screaming and running. It was total chaos. When he lifted his gun for the third time, I shot him before he could fire.”
“Did you kill him?”
“He was still alive when they wheeled him away on the stretcher. According to Roth, he’s in critical condition.” Jessie’s shook her head in disbelief. “I might have killed him.”
“You did what you had to,” Andriana told her.
The door came open, which concluded their conversation.
Detective Roth and the other officer stepped inside. “Looks like we’re going to have to lock her up,” Roth said.
Andriana shot to her feet. “On what grounds?”
“We have a witness who has stated that you were the initial aggressor. The DA’s office needs more time before they agree to your release. Besides,” Roth said to Andriana, “Jessie wasn’t at home. It was broad daylight, and she wasn’t exactly protecting her family, now was she?”
Jessie’s heart dropped to her stomach.
“She doesn’t have a reckless disregard for human life,” Andriana shot back, “and she was defending others.”
“Blanks,” Roth said matter-of-factly. “Koontz was shooting blanks.”
The blood rushed from Jessie’s face.
Detective Roth signaled for the officer to cuff her and take her away.
“Is that really necessary?” Andriana asked.
Roth ignored her.
Jessie had been butting heads with Detective Roth for years, but she never thought he’d stoop this low. Jessie reached for her bag, but Roth ordered her to leave her things. They would take inventory of her belongings, and everything would be returned if and when she was released.
“You can’t do this,” Jessie appealed to Roth as she was cuffed. “I was protecting every person in that park today.” She turned back to face Andriana. “I told Olivia I would pick her up today. She’ll be worried.” That was an understatement. Her niece, Olivia, had been four years old when her mother disappeared and Jessie became her guardian. Since then, Olivia worried about everything and everyone.
“I’ll get her for you, Jess,” a male voice said.
All eyes landed on the detective standing at the door.
Colin Grayson.
She and Colin had a past—a sordid past that began with long nights of conversation followed by steamy sex—and ended three months later with a surprise visit from his wife.
Colin’s dark hair had grown, and his hair swept over one eye. He wore jeans and a T-shirt, which told her he was working undercover. His disheveled, rugged look only added to his appeal. Jessie had met him ten years ago—the same day she’d met Detective Roth. Colin had been a rookie cop at the time her sister went missing. He was the guy assigned to listen to her story and fill out a missing person’s report. Not only did he turn out to be a good listener, he’d been extremely supportive, a shoulder to cry on.
Colin had been up front with her, telling her he was separated from his wife and in the process of getting divorce, but when his wife showed up on her doorstep to let Colin know she was pregnant, they were both blindsided.
For the next week or so, she and Colin talked and cried until finally they both agreed it was best if Colin went back to his wife and tried to make it work. They lasted five years before calling it quits for good.
As fate would have it, nine months ago Jessie ran into Colin at a local grocery store, and once again they became fast friends—platonic friends this time, friends without benefits—until six weeks ago when Colin told her he was falling in love with her and wanted to take their friendship to the next level. He thought it was time they started dating. But Jessie wasn’t ready for anything more, and she hadn’t seen him since.
“Time to go,” Roth told Jessie, yanking her back into the harsh reality that she would be spending some time behind bars.
She looked at Colin. “Are you sure you don’t mind picking up Olivia?”
“It’s not a problem.”
“What if they keep me for more than a few hours?” she asked as she was escorted out the door.
Colin looked at Roth. “How’s it looking?”
“Could be hours. Could be days,” Roth said. “You know how these things work.”
“Oh, come on,” Andriana cut in.
“If they keep me overnight,” Jessie told Colin, “could you—”
“I’ll make sure Olivia’s taken care of,” he said.