Charley Davidson 01Bis For I Have Sinned Read Free Page B

again, a long sigh of relief escaping her.
    Oh yeah. She was nuts.
    A female voice echoed against the walls, originating from a speaker by the locked entry door. “Davidson, what are you doing?”
    Charley gave up the pretense and pushed the button. “Nothing. Over.”
    “This isn’t a walkie-talkie, Charley.”
    “Got it. Over.”
    After a soft chuckle, the voice asked, “Would you like to come in?”
    “Would you like a mocha latte?”
    No other words were spoken. The doors opened. Charley offered me a satisfied grin and raised the cup. “Told you. Better than gold.”
    We ended up at a nurse’s station where two nurses sat filling out charts.
    “Not that I’ve actually tried gold,” Charley added, whispering over her shoulder.
    One of the nurses looked up, a gorgeous Hispanic woman with a short bob and almond shaped eyes. The hunger on her face said it all. She grabbed the coffee and took a hesitant sip, blowing into the opening on the lid first.
    “It’s been ages. To what do I owe the pleasure?” she asked, a dreamy countenance coming over her after she swallowed. Then she chuckled, stepped around the desk and gave Charley a bear-like hug.
    “Well—”
    “Your hair is wet,” she said, interrupting. “Charley, I swear. It’s, like, seven degrees out.”
    “No way. It’s nine at the lowest.”
    I looked around as Charley and her friend caught up on the everyday goings on of life. The rooms around us were dark, but of course I could see tiny beds and massive machines and I realized we were on the preemie ward. Just being there seemed to reawaken something within me. A longing. A desire. A blinding need to create and protect, so powerful that it almost hurt. I clawed past it, pushed it back down and steeled myself against its talons.
    “So you’ll call around?” Charley asked as I turned to head back. I stopped short a moment, stunned once again by her beckoning light, the glittering aura that encompassed her.
    “Absolutely. I know several nurses at each hospital. I’ll find out.”
    “What is she looking for?” I asked Charley, retracing my steps.
    “Oh, excuse me one minute,” she said to her friend and opened her phone again. Apparently her friend didn’t know about me. “Hey, what’s up?”
    “Um, okay, what is she loo—”
    “Right, Nancy’s looking now. Keep your panties on, Uncle Bob. We’ll figure this out.”
    I thought she might actually have a call this time, then she looked directly at me and winked.
    “Uh-huh, she’s looking for anything like that. A pregnant woman in her late twenties who might have died recently. She’s checking all the hospitals in the city.”
    I glanced at the floor. “But if I took my own life—”
    “We don’t know that.” She touched my hand to bring me back. “We don’t know what happened.” Just then, her brows bunched together and she looked past me, her expression suddenly annoyed.
    Turning, I saw it too. Him. Reyes. In all his glory. He stood down the hall from the nurse’s station, gazing through a glass panel into one of the rooms with all the big machines and tiny beds. I got a better look this time at his corded arms, thick chest, shadowed jaw that outlined his mouth to perfection.
    After a quick glance at her friend, Charley strolled closer to him, keeping the phone at her ear. Her friend offered her a quick glance, but she clearly could no more see Reyes than she could see me.
    “You’re not still mad about that putting-a-knife-to-your-throat thing, are you?” he asked without taking his eyes off the glass. “That was days ago, and not entirely my fault.”
    “What part of I have a case are you not understanding?” Charley said into the phone.
    He didn’t answer. With a smile that would charm the fur off a fox, he said, “Babies are cool.”
    Charley smiled too and looked into the room. “They don’t even look real,” she agreed, squinting inside, her face full of admiration. “They look like dolls. Well, dolls