Awakening Her Racy Passion [Racy Nights 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Free Page B

have money.’”
    Ned was left-handed, if memory served Wyatt correctly. “How does she know it was Ned who spoke, and that he said the words to Gerry?” Ria was one of Bonnie’s best friends. Wyatt had had a secret crush on her for years, but dating anyone outside the lifestyle hadn’t worked out well for him, so he’d never done anything about his unrelenting fantasies.
    “She heard him shout it from inside the bar just before she went outside and watched Gerry get stabbed.”
    “That’s quite a stretch, even for you.” Sean was the best damn detective in Racy. If he believed Ned had done this, he was probably right.
    “Hang on. I have more. We found a very large, very long ornamental knife in a Dumpster behind The Fit Bod.”
    “For which you already have a match to the wounds?” The Fit Bod was close to Luke’s Bar, but why would Ned dump the knife where it could be so easily found?
    Sean chuckled softly. “Not yet, smart-ass.”
    “What else do you have? Why would Ned be stupid enough to toss the weapon where you could find it? He’s been in and out of your police station enough times to know not to do that.”
    “We figure he panicked. Gerry was bleeding like a stuck pig when Harrison and I got there.”
    “You got prints?”
    “We will. And we know Ned had access to this particular knife.”
    Wyatt smiled. “Why is that?” He and Trent had been friends with Sean their entire lives. There was no one on the police force that either man respected more, and the fact that Sean was so sure of himself only added to the game. He’d defend Ned or anyone else accused of this crime to the best of his ability, but he secretly loved it when Sean rubbed his nose in evidence like this. It kept his skills sharp, and when he was able to prove Sean wrong, it fed his ego.
    “Because it’s the same knife that was among the ones Ned stole six months ago from Racy Antiques.”
    Wyatt searched his memory. “You never proved that Ned took any of those knives.” Pearl Goodman, who owned the antique store, had filed a police report when an entire collection of ceremonial knives had been stolen from her shop one night. Someone had broken in and taken them before the cops arrived.
    She had an alarm system, but whoever took them was fast. He or she had known exactly where to find them, which means it had been planned. Because Ned had had run-ins with theft charges before in Racy, they brought him in, but they weren’t able to pin this crime on him since the knives were never recovered.
    “But we will now.”
    “How?”
    “We’ll find the others at Ned’s place.”
    “Whoever took those knives has probably sold them by now.”
    “Not in Indiana. They’re too unique, and we’ve been watching.”
    “He or she went out of state then.” Wyatt drained his coffee cup. He might as well shower and get to the jail since it looked like Ned would be there within the hour.
    “We have a warrant to search Ned’s apartment. We’re on the way now. You can meet us there if you want.”
    “No. I’ll meet you at the station. Find the other knives, and then we’ll talk.”
    “You got it.”
    After Sean disconnected the call, Wyatt took a quick shower and mentally went over all the facts and assumptions Sean had presented. By the time he was dressed and on his way to the police station, his mind kept wandering back to Ria and what she had supposedly heard. While he would agree with Sean or anyone in Racy that Ned Meyers had a distinct accent, not found among anyone else in this town, he wanted to be more certain of the voice Ria had heard.
    You just want an excuse to talk to her.
    Wyatt smiled. Well, that much was true, too. But if she’d heard an accent, he wanted to be sure it was Ned’s combination of living in Germany until he was twelve, and a Swedish mother who was bilingual and still spoke to him her native language. And once he’d established that was what she’d heard, maybe he’d think about taking a chance on