"Mary Janice Davidson - Thief Of Hearts" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Mary Janice)

“I mean, what happens now? What do we do?”

“We?”

“We’ve got to sic the cops on the bad guy, right? Do we—er—drop a dime on him?”

“No cops!” she said, startling him. She hadn’t been this rattled when Ugo had been trying to smash her
face in. “We’ll keep you out of trouble until this blows over. End of plan.”

“Blows over?” he practically shouted. “I have to—wehave to put our lives on hold until ole’ One
Eyebrow goes away? Forgive me, but I thought you were a little more pro-active than that.”

“You’re right,” she admitted, “but when the law is involved, I can’t be as pro-active as I’d like.”

“But…aren’t you in trouble, too? Won’t Jerkoff try to kill you?”

“Oh, he’s been trying,” she said casually, as if a large, frightening, ugly man trying to kill her was of as
much consequence as a threatened spring shower. “For years. He’ll never get me. Too dumb. Too
slow.”

“Too lame a bad guy, sounds like,” he muttered. “It’s almost embarrassing to be on his shit list.”

She frowned. “This is serious. You’re a sitting duck because you’re different.”

“You mean because I have two eyebrows?”

She giggled into her cup and he was absurdly pleased with himself. “I mean, you’re a citizen. A
taxpayer, one of the good guys. Not like Carlotti.”

He pounced. “Not like you?”

The smile vanished, poof! “You ask a lot of questions, Dr. Dean.”

“Jared. And you’re still in trouble from this guy, same as I am. Who’s going to look out for you? I mean,
if you get sick or hit by a car or have chest pains, I’m your man, but if a hit squad starts shooting at you
to shut you up, I’ll be the one cowering in the corner with my hands over my ears.”

She smiled and tried to hide it, but he saw it and grinned back at her. “Carlotti knows he has nothing to
fear from me in court,” she explained, getting up to refill her cup. She disdained the sugar locker and
drank it black, making an appreciative face. He couldn’t believe it—of all the things to happen this
evening, beautiful Kara enjoying the hospital’s interpretation of coffee was the strangest. “I can’t testify
against him.”

She didn’t elaborate, but Jared was able to figure that one out. There were only two reasons not to
testify against anyone: fear—which Kara didn’t seem to know the meaning of—and having something to
hide. You didn’t testify for the D.A. if the D.A. had something on you as well.

He wondered what she had done.
“So let’s go see the D.A.,” he said, seizing the bull by the horns.