If It Walks Like A Killer (The Carolina Killer Files #1) Read Free Page B

worried, staring at the stitches on her temple. “Brinley got a clean bill of health though, not even a scratch.”
    Caide picked Brinley up and kissed her hand. “I love you, Peanut.”
    “I love you too, Daddy.” She wrapped her arms around his neck.
    He turned to Rachael. “So, have you heard from Emmett? Any news on the car?”
    “I did. It’s pretty bad. He says it’s fixable, but just barely.”
    “Did he say what caused it?”
    “The brake line was leaking. He said it had been for a while. It could’ve been a lot worse. If we’d gone on the interstate, or if we’d been on a busier road…”
    “We didn’t. We’re fine. We’re safe.” He kissed her forehead. “We’re lucky actually.” He ran his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him as they walked to the waiting cab.
    Rachael knew he was right. They were lucky to be alive, lucky to have such minor injuries, but Rachael couldn’t deny the nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach, the feeling telling her that they weren’t lucky. They weren’t lucky at all.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
     
    Caide
     
    “Come in.” It was Caide’s first day back at the office since the accident and he was staring at a mound of paperwork. His door opened and he immediately smelled the familiar vanilla perfume.
    “Good morning, Blaire, how are you?”
    She shut the door, sitting down on the corner of his desk.
    “I’m okay. How are you feeling? I’ve missed you so much.”
    “I’m okay, just a bit of a sore shoulder. I didn’t get it too bad. It was Davis who got hurt the worst.”
    Blaire smiled and inched closer to him. “Aren’t you going to say you missed me too?”
    “Blaire,” he said testily.
    “Caide.” She smiled, touching the hem of her skirt.
    “I’ve told you I can’t.”
    “Yes, but I’ve told you what Rachael doesn’t know—”
    “Would hurt her. You should go. I’ve got a lot to catch up on.” He stood up, walking to his door.
    “You’re just going to keep lying to yourself then? What about all the dinners and drinks? You were married then. I see the way you look at me, Caide. If you truly didn’t want me, if you truly didn’t want us, I’d back off. I’m not stupid, and I’m not desperate, but if you’re in a marriage because of loyalty rather than love, you deserve better. You deserve to be happy.” She was dangerously close to him now.
    He opened his door. “You should go.”
    She smiled at him painfully before leaving his office. He shut the door quickly before heaving a sigh of relief. He hadn’t made it back to his desk yet when there was another rap at his door.
    “Yes?” he called.
    “Caide?” Mr. Mason nodded politely to him. “I hadn’t had a chance to say hello this morning. How is everyone? Back in working order?”
    Caide laughed. “I don’t know if you could ever call us in working order, but we’re all much better, thank you. We appreciate you giving me the time off for us all to recover.”
    “Of course. Though, I’m afraid we’ve let the place crumble while you were away. I tell you, Caide, I don’t know what we’d do without you. Your dad sure didn’t know what he was doing letting us snatch you up.” He chuckled.
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Have you talked to Malcolm lately?”
    Hearing his father’s name rubbed Caide like a sunburn. “I make it a habit not to.”
    “Right. Well, I came to tell you that since you’ve been gone we rescheduled our meeting with Mr. Mock.”
    “I’m sure he was delighted about that.”
    “Well, he understands that we need you at our meetings. However, we had to reschedule for tonight. Please tell me you can make it?”
    Caide didn’t have to think about it. “Yes, sir. What time?”
    “Bart and I will leave early to get the table. I’ll need you and Blaire to come right after work. Just ride together so there won’t be a delay.”
    “Blaire?”
    Mason looked confused. “Well I’m sure you know we’ll need her